| I want to be alone
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| Alone with you, does that make sense?
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| I want to steal your soul
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| And hide you in my treasure chest
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| (Ay yo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
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| I don’t know what to do
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| To deal with your kiss on my neck
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| I ain’t never had a girl like this, real to the core, it’s real
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| And I can’t talk 'bout sex every day on the track
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| So I talk 'bout the shit I feel
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| I might give you flowers and kisses, not just dick, and this shit’s real
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| I might pull up on a late night one
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| Like slap on a movie and come, let’s chill
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| I remember the day that I met you, no way could I ever forget that
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| I would go back home in the DLR train, just missin' the fact you left, man
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| I’m textin' bro like, «Yo»
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| E man text me back like, «Wagwan?»
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| I said, «Bro, after all the hoe stages I’m ready, I found the one»
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| Fake accounts gonna talk their shit, why? |
| Both of us be lit
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| And I don’t really give a fuck 'bout that, as long as our relationship is bliss
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| And I know that my baby humble, but I know that your temper’s short
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| And I know that I hurt you one time, if I do that again then I’m a fool |
| And I know that the love runs deep, trust me, you know I know
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| And I know that you really do got me, trust me, I know, I know
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| Winter time is cold, it’s cold, and I find it hard to express
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| So I’m writin' this shit on notes, I just put my feelings into the music
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| That’s the way that man know
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| (I want to steal your soul)
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| I wanna steal your soul now, wha
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| I wanna steal your soul
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| (And hide you in my treasure chest)
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| I’ma hide you, huh, trust me, they can’t find you
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| (I don’t know what to do)
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| And I don’t know what to do now, nah, but I don’t know what to do
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| (To deal with your kiss on my neck) Mm
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| Hold on, let me talk star signs, hear what I’m sayin'
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| Yo, yo, I’m glad that I got me a Pisces
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| With water you put me out and I keep you grounded
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| That’s light, B, I’m so glad that your mum do like me
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| Got the old school love like '90s
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| And god forbid, if I ever go jail, then I know that my babe will write me
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| And I know that she’d be there soon, I got you and you be there, boo
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| I know when you’re upset, trust me, man I see straight through |
| We’re havin' a minor dispute, you walk out the room, man that shit’s so rude
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| But you know that we’re stuck like glue, 4L 'cause the girl my boo, Arz
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| I don’t know what to do
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| To deal with your kiss on my neck
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| I want to be alone
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| Alone with you, does that make sense?
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| I want to steal your soul
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| And hide you in my treasure chest
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| I don’t know what to do
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| To deal with your kiss on my neck |