| You know what I am, you know what I see
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| Still got the feeling, know you be creeping
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| Screening your calls, you think you’re single
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| Keeping me close, until all unfolds
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| Smell the perfume all in your sheets
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| Your clothes and in your leather seats
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| And you just wanna keep me running faster
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| I gotta keep on running past ya
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| I know you’re talking boy
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| I know you’re talking boy, boy
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| (And if you wanna get it back)
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| I know you’re talking boy
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| I know you’re talking boy, boy
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| My intuition is keeping me thinking there’s nothing wrong
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| I pull up on ya, where you be singing the same old song
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| Promise me never, it’s now or never
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| Should have known better all along
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| Tell that you’re with her, I count many time I’ve put it together
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| I know what’s up
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| And you just wanna keep me running faster
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| I gotta keep on running past ya
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| (Run, run, run, run)
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| I know you’re talking boy
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| I know you’re talking boy, boy
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| (And if you wanna get it back)
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| I know you’re talking boy
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| I know you’re talking boy, boy
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| Miss encyclopedia, Always thinking you know everything
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| But either way I’ma tell you hit me up
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| Girl what you press for anyway, who I’m with
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| Who I’m ever really tryna get when I’m here
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| I be gone, give me my chips, my ears from other chicks
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| But we know I get what you knew
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| Nowadays the arguing just makes it hard to hear
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| Can’t blame a dude for thinking how you think
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| Acting how you acting and drinking how you drink
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| Crying in the bathroom, tears in the sink
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| Out of town call, make you want some different dink
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| Mad cause I’m tryina get around
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| Blame me for not letting go
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| But if it ever gets too much and you really need love
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| Just let a nigga know
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| I know you’re talking boy
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| I know you’re talking boy, boy
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| (And if you wanna get it back)
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| I know you’re talking boy
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| I know you’re talking boy, boy |