| All that shit you told me, I believed
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| The smile on your face the only thing I can’t read
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| Left and now you back inside my life
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| It’s gon' take more than that to set it right, though
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| 'Cause you so fucking outta line
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| Forever letting them taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| You so fucking outta line
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| Feel like you owe me checks
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| Owe me time, owe me sex
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| Long nights, no reply
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| I don’t got no regrets, you disrespect
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| Disrespect only time I seen you now is on the internet
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| Just to see if it’s somebody else that you tied to
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| I hit you back when I decide to
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| You got my tattoo, we was tribal
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| Then you left and we turned rivals
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| Now you back, it’s our revival
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| They don’t make you feel like I do
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| They didn’t make you perform for me
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| You was my American Idol how you rocked the mic
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| Man, we went from long text, now they shorter than a haiku
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| Seems like all you got is hate for me
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| All you ever did was take from me
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| 'Cause you know you got that walk from me
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| How you dress and how you talk from me
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| Let’s not ever disrespect what I meant to ya
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| It took us being over to see all I did for ya
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| Damn
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| All that shit you told me, I believed
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| The smile on your face the only thing I can’t read
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| Left and now you back inside my life
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| It’s gonna take more than that to set it right, though
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| 'Cause you so fucking outta line
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| Forever letting them taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| You so fucking outta line
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| I’m just trying to let the past pass
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| Ain’t no future in that, yeah
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| I stay 100 like my dash, yeah
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| Have you cummin' faster than The Flash, yeah
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| Is it all mine, all mine? |
| You know me, I had to ask
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| Can I hit it like I crash? |
| Sipping pinot by the glass
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| Honestly I had to take the time to let my ego go
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| Realized that that held us back and back’s not where we need to go
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| This don’t replace what you did to me
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| This don’t replace what I did to you
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| Sometimes it ain’t about what we did or didn’t do
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| It’s about what we getting through
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| Look, I’m not tryna play no blame game
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| Pointing fingers while we skip the point
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| Knowing that we both on the same thing
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| Riding for each other even if we gotta change lanes
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| If we don’t work it out, shame shame
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| I can’t touch these hoes I can’t trust
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| I don’t wanna have a fake us
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| But all that shit you told me, I believed
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| The smile on your face the only thing I can’t read
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| Left and now you back inside my life
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| It’s gon' take more than that to set it right, though
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| 'Cause you so fucking outta line
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| Forever letting them taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| You so fucking outta line
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| My friends say I should be over you
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| Getting hurt every time I’m close to you
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| I think me and you are overdue
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| I think this is what we supposed to do
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| 'Cause you so fucking outta line
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| Forever letting them taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| Taste what’s mine
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| You so fucking outta line |