| Can’t believe
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| You wanna make a mess out of me
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| But when I hit you up
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| And try to make amends you resist
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| When I see you on the street
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| You don’t even come to speak
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| No way, no way
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| Catch the pace know your place
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| Hit my phone, check explorer
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| Catching feelings I can’t help it
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| I know you’ll see
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| Tryna hold me
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| If flowers are red
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| Then why’d they turn blue
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| I gave you the sky
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| Jumped over the moon
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| If flowers are red
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| Then why’d they turn blue
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| Got me crying all night
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| Acting like it ain’t for the better, babe
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| If I didn’t know how to cope
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| I could love you like you want me to
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| But you know it’s cool
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| And I see you in boppin' in NOLA
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| Guess it’s real good for ya
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| And who am I to bore ya
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| Gotta let it start
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| I could not replace ya
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| But hold my arm, nigga, hold me, yeah
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| Gotta let us fly
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| If flowers are red
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| Then why’d they turn blue
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| I gave you the sky
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| Jumped over the moon
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| If flowers are red
|
| Then why’d they turn blue
|
| If flowers are red
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| Then why’d they turn blue
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| I gave you the sky
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| Jumped over the moon
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| If flowers are red
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| Then why’d they turn blue
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| Give up the stars for you, I needed you…
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| (Red, blue)
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| Jumped over the moon
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| (Red, blue)
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| Give up the stars for you, I needed you…
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| (Red, blue)
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| Jumped over the moon
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| (Red, blue) |