| I’ve been smokin' purple haze, ooh
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| All to forget about you
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| I’ve been smokin' purple haze, ooh
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| All to forget about you
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| And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try, I try
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| But I’m havin' the worst luck on Tinder
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| Ooh, why’d you have to be a big pretender
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| I try, and I try, and I try, I try, I try
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| To give you somethin' good, 'cause I know you would
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| Give it to me, too
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| I’ve been smokin' purple haze, ooh
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| All to forget about you
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| Said I’ve been smokin' purple haze, ooh
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| All to forget about you
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| But you lie, and you lie, and you lie, and you lie, you lie
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| Oh, it’s the 47th time that I’ve changed my number
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| Should call you Mannie Fresh 'cause you’s the number one stunna
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| You lie, you lie, and you lie, and you lie, you lie
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| I gave you somethin' good, 'cause I know you would
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| Give it to me, too
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| Don’t date these niggas 'til you’re 43
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| A heartbreak gonna creep on after me
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| I try to cover up what I feel inside
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| You hurt me so deep and I…
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| You know, life is too short to be blockin' your blessings like that,
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| to be blockin' potential blessings, like… yeah, you may never get married
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| again, you may never find the love of your life again, but, hey, that’s life.
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| And please don’t be in a situation where that person’s tearing you down
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| mentally, emotionally, physically, y-we've heard it a million times.
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| I think emotional abuse is way worse than physical, sometimes. |
| 'Cause that
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| just fucks up your whole mind. |
| You could develop whole disorders like
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| that—whole disorders. |
| You guys, tell me why this old nigga from my past hit me
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| up, talkin' bout some… «Is your name Courtney? |
| Did you go to Poplar Tree,
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| in the first, second, and third grade? |
| And you had like a lightskin sister?
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| And you, um, you had a crush on me?» |
| I was like, «Yeah, that sounds like me,»
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| but my thing is, like, nigga, like you feelin' yourself. |
| You’re feelin'
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| yourself a little too hard, talkin' 'bout «you had a crush on me.
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| «Nigga, yes, at like, fucking seven. |
| Relax, relax. |