| Keeps calling on me
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| Maybe this time I’ll answer
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| If you really tryna hang, come over
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| Don’t really care if you’re high or sober
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| Stop playin' with me
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| Think you wanna be my problem
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| I’m already off the edge, been fallin'
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| Meet me at the bottom baby, quit stallin'
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| Always outta breath
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| Like I’m doin' cardio, passed out in bed
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| And I’m stressin' I should prolly get out of bed
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| Gotta deal with a brand new day ahead
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| And I’m bumpin' Cash Cardi like, «Do that shit»
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| Building up the energy to get on with it
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| Can’t think about talkin' to another bitch
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| If I get into it, won’t get out of it
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| Not all bad
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| Whole time been inside of my bag
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| These problems so light
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| In time I’ma feel alright
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| And this brain I have
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| Is a little less than compact
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| But it’s not an issue, not like I miss you
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| If you hit me up man, you know I’ll listen
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| Keeps calling on me
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| Maybe this time I’ll answer
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| If you really tryna hang, come over
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| Don’t really care if you’re high or sober
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| Stop playin' with me
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| Think you wanna be my problem
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| I’m already off the edge, been fallin'
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| Meet me at the bottom baby, quit stallin'
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| High moments up watching TV shows
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| Get texts from ya at the worst times when I’m all alone
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| And you talk like there’s no history before
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| I still fuck with ya, maybe on Stockholm syndrome
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| Fuck with my headtop, leave you undone
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| Both learned some shit and then changed up, don’t need no one
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| Done made mistakes, those mistakes were dumb
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| Now I drown the stress and anxiety into my lungs
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| Keeps calling on me
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| Maybe this time I’ll answer
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| If you really tryna hang, come over
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| Don’t really care if you’re high or sober
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| Stop playin' with me
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| Think you wanna be my problem
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| I’m already off the edge, been fallin'
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| Meet me at the bottom baby, quit stallin' |