| Waking up, it’s a ritual just to look through you
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| You almost died last night talking to my friends
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| Waking up, it’s a ritual just to look through you
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| You almost died last night talking to my friends
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| I hooked you up right before I fell asleep, right?
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| So when I wake, it’s obvious you a hundred percent
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| I hold you in the sky when I brush my teeth
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| Don’t need a mirror when I got you there looking at me, uh
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| Connected is a crucial, I need a question answered—ask Google
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| And I’m constantly looking for ya’ll approval
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| On the way I live my life, ya’ll push me one forth of the way
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| Quarter push like the carts at price right
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| My head turn every time hearing you alert
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| I got a plate of food—let me take a picture of it first
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| When I lay down, I look up to you like I suppose
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| Only time you piss me off is when I did drop you on my nose
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| Or when you freeze for no reason, I be yelling in yo face
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| But I hold yo' home down—we can start over—okay, I’m sorry
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| I keep you covered 'cause your only glass sweater
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| Don’t be keeping you safe or remotely as treasure
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| You ain’t the reason that I crashed my car
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| Don’t be hard on yourself, I just need to multitask better
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| Shorty knock you out my hand she jealous
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| I keep you face up right on the dinner table case you got something to tell me
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| I’m always checkin your background
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| You so smart with a twinkle in your eye, who could turn your brightness down?
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| Shorty said, «Where the waiters in here? |
| I’m tryna purchase.»
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| When I got you in my hand, I don’t be making no disturbance
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| Shorty argue with the waiters like, «Whats wrong with the service?»
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| I yell at my 4G like, «Whats wrong with the service in here?»
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| Before I put her face first in the pillow, I’m a put you face first in the
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| pillow, then you on silent
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| I can’t have shining on the ceiling 3 o’clock in the morning, that conversation
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| ain’t that important for real
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| Appreciation for applications you carry got me lost in that other world
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| No heart eyes—guess I ain’t handsome
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| With zero likes—guess I ain’t important
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| Nobody follow back, I ain’t gon' be shit in this world
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| Maybe I got to show ‘em something from my past just to get love,
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| they quick to rejuvenate what you had
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| But with the same finger scroll right pass like I don’t exist
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| Not knowing I need that pat on the back to feel like the shit
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| No filter to human body when it’s vaguely in site
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| Which is mainly the reason they don’t look the same in real life
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| And I’m tryna find the coordinates
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| In that other realm it’s like a tournament
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| The orders they follow so insubordinate
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| Forget the cookies with my Chinese, that’s less fortunate
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| You gotta paint the shit that you facing, thats self portrait
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| Would hate to watch you fall like a ornament made of porcelain
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| In a realm where they give corny niggas a orphanage, damn
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| This shit is horrible, this day in age it’s so inaudible
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| One domino effect all the dominoes
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| You give me life I don’t break you cause I’m responsible
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| I ain’t find love but I found a charger though, uh
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| You was never on my rug every night
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| I made sure my hands gave you a hug every night
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| But it makes sense, so I can be on you all day
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| You was cheating on me with the plug every night and it’s cool
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| Still in the car, three minutes away from home
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| Why you making me tell my friends that I’m home but I’m not yet
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| I ain’t even on my block yet, at green lights you was making me post like a
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| drop step
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| Putting others in danger, only care about yourself don’t you?
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| Vibrating every second so you hail boastful
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| My head down all the time so I’m so focal
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| On you making me antisocial
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| I’m waiting for you to give me the signal
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| And lately I been feeling assumptions are kinda fickle
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| And every time we run into a fuckin' red light
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| I always see how much of attention that I can give you
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| And every time I turn on the T.V., it’s only static
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| I’d rather pick you up then to pick up a holy passage
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| I wanna shake off my addiction, I’m slowly at it
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| I guess I’m still in love—who can break my phony habits?
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| Yeah, who could break my phony habits?
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| Guess I’m still in love—who could break my phony habits?
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| Yeah |