| I don’t even know how I get through the week, don’t sleep right
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| Each night stayin' up late
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| Gotta shut my cell phone off and I tell hoes off
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| When they try to come over to my place
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| A little bit of booty never hurt but I need to go to work
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| In the morning so I gotta say «no»
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| Even if it’s quick, bullshit, we’ll be gettin' into it
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| And I know you’re not gonna wanna go
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| Every time I think things cool if I meet somebody new
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| And it’s really all chill and such
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| They start to trip
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| Start to flip
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| And start to blow my phone up a little too much
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| You really need to relax, ease back
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| Understand I’m busy and it really ain’t all about you
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| And did you ever stop to think that I might need space
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| And the world don’t revolve around you?
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| Just give me a second
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| Let me be, let me be, let me be
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| Just give me a second
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| Let me breathe, let me breathe, let me breathe
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| Cause you’re all up in my business, is this how you get attention
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| I’m really trying to figure it out
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| It ain’t even close to workin', what you think you’re flirting?
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| Honestly you’re buggin' me out
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| I know you probably think your persistence is sparking my interest
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| Now I got hatred towards ya
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| Cause there’s a difference with distance
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| You stalking bitch, better respect that restraining order
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| It ain’t like it was one slip up
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| You filled up my voicemail, blowing it up
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| Like «Hey, what’s wrong? |
| Why don’t we get up?»
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| I saved your number in my cell as Don’t Pick Up
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| If you can’t take a hint then let me be
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| Cause you’re all up in my face, please let me breathe
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| Just, give me a second to think things through
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| And don’t call me, I’ll call you |