| I am undercover like a cop car
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| See you actin' different when I’m close, ah
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| And you been tellin' lies, I can tell, ah
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| I can smell it on your perfume, ah
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| Something is burnt in the oven
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| Baby, don’t keep runnin'
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| Now you’re up to something
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| I see that you’re bluffin'
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| Got your stuff all packed, ah
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| Lightin' up the match, ah
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| Don’t know how I got attached, ah
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| Baby, I’m never comin' back, ah
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| Got your Gucci thrown in the trash, ah
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| 'Cause, baby, you ain’t got my back, ah
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| And now you’re sitting, cryin' at the front door
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| Sayin' that you wish that you did more
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| Something is burnt in the oven
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| Baby, don’t keep runnin'
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| Now you’re up to something
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| I see that you’re bluffin'
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| Got your stuff all packed, ah
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| Lightin' up the match, ah
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| Don’t know how I got attached, ah
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| Baby, I’m never comin' back, ah
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| Knife in my back, it’s hard to crawl
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| Writing’s on the wall
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| I guess you want to see me crawl
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| But I won’t, I won’t, no
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| Got your stuff all packed, ah
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| Lightin' up the match, ah
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| Don’t know how I got attached, ah
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| Baby, I’m never comin' back, ah
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye
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| This is my goodbye |