| Yellow tinted lenses and a pink gelato
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| Fallin' out the window, hit me back tomorrow
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| We’ll always be the one tough act to follow
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| 'Cause we aiming for the stars with a point and hollow
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| I’m feeling these songs mocking jokes and carols
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| I started this job selling rocks and arrows
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| 'Cause you only swipe right if you fuck for follows
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| Welcome to the days of the broke and shallow
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| But if we just spoke, like we meant it
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| Would you reference this open part of me?
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| The minute I know the time we spent in
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| Came corrected, in my anatomy
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| Matter over mind if we being honest
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| But you wander through ya thoughts like a broken promise
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| In it for the monetary growth and power
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| But we divided at the bottom of this whiskey sour
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| So leave it on the table if ya' hot and bothered
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| (And) Tell me if you mean it baby, who’s the father
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| Stories of a land you divide and conquer
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| You really showing me the meaning of a losing offer
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| But if we just spoke, like we meant it
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| Would you reference this open part of me?
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| The minute I know the time we spent in
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| Came corrected, in my anatomy |