| I guess it all started with me
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| At the end of the day
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| It was all really me
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| Yeah, it was me
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| I’m thinking that you would agree
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| You’d say: «See? |
| I told you! |
| Bitch!»
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| And that’s the fundamental difference between you and I
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| You’re like a ‘hold-it-above-my-head-still-after-two-years' type of guy
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| Like why I thought things were fine
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| I guess not
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| That’s not fair if you’re adult and still can’t properly communicate your
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| thoughts
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| Ugh, I won’t deny it, it was me
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| Yeah it was me
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| But how I decided how to act was directly a product of how you would be
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| You see what I’m saying? |
| Do you? |
| I don’t even know if I do…
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| I just really feel like a dummy, dummy, dummy
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| Laying face down on my tummy, tummy, tummy
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| Baby boy’s got me fucked up (my god), open mouth telling me to shut up (damn)
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| One more drink for the stress boy, tryna be the best boy he can be a.k.a. me
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| I still see the look on your face
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| When I told you the truth
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| What could I do
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| I thought that you knew
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| But ignorance is a subtle bliss
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| And a total bitch when it comes to light
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| I set my peace and it made you weak what would follow after you had the right
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| But now? |
| Now? |
| Now? |
| Now?
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| Bitch, now? |
| Pshhh!
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| You’re a clown, hands down
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| And I don’t know how to make it right
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| I guess that’s the plague
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| Of a simple guy that makes some mistakes
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| Now I’m in my head, and I can’t get to bed at nine
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| I just really feel like a dummy, dummy, dummy
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| Laying face down on my tummy, tummy, tummy
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| Baby boy’s got me fucked up (my god), open mouth telling me to shut up (damn)
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| One more drink for the stress boy, tryna be the best boy he can be a.k.a. me |