| If you let me
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| I’ll show you grief
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| After all, I still believe
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| If you let me
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| I’ll show you grief
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| After all, I still believe
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| Going on hundred days
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| Feels like a thousand days
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| This break up is killing me slowly, man
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| Got me feeling some type away
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| Calling me up while you crying
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| You just tripping a brother with guilt
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| The tone of your voice is like I ain’t been trying
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| Girl you a trip, you ain’t the one who broke up with me
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| Either right, like that wasn’t you on the phone?
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| Well I was in Josie it’s somewhere like it’s 6000 miles away
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| Wait, maybe I’m wrong
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| Right, you so flawless
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| Every day like the Beyonce song
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| In the real world though
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| You’re like me
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| Afraid to be alone, get it, oh!
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| Would you rather get fucked by love
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| Than not to have loved at all
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| I ain’t saying that I have any answers
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| Like sway but I got a couple of scars
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| Thinking back to how I got them in the first place
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| With my first girl, past third base
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| My god when I close my eyes
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| I can sense her smell and see her face
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| I think bad news fade with the time
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| The good memories tend to stick around
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| So in a couple years maybe we can talk about it
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| At the table like some grownups sitting down
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| But until then it’s hurtful, understand?
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| I don’t wanna hear about your other man
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| And you don’t wanna know what I’ve been doing either
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| That’s a shit I never speak of
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| She texting me like
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| I need you to be here with me
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| Think I’m losing it
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| Don’t want you to leave me
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| Miss you so much right now
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| So confuse and shit
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| Make up your mind
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| 2 months ago you ain’t wanna see me
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| And now you be writing me this
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| Wish that you didn’t, don’t wanna hear it
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| Girl it’s a headache to deal with this shit
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| Tryina put pieces together like tetris
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| My thumb on my phone try write you a message
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| Don’t know what to write back I can’t even guess it
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| Guess that’s why you became one of my ex-es, right?
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| We never made the puzzle fit
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| But we had good times too
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| That last year was a drop though
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| But I never told you |