| Hell, I paint you like a crooked villain in drunken conversations
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| Told myself I’d stop complaining but I do
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| I pour myself into a cab, rub the stamps off my hands
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| Imma wake you up and do the same shit that you do
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| You push my buttons
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| Give me loving
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| Really something
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| Then you’re running in the morning
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| So I’m gonna run too
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| To another
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| Give ya issues
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| Run for cover
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| Get your tissues
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| Get ready
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| You gonna learn how it feels to be you
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| 'Cause imma imma be imma be just like you
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| Imma imma do imma do you like you do
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| 'Cause men like you make mean women
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| Giving you a taste from your own kitchen
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| 'Cause imma imma be imma be just like you
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| Just like you
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| I’m stealing cigarettes out of your leather jacket
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| I’ll be laughing when you try to sneak out and go to grab it
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| I won’t be washing the clothes, or coming home much
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| Maybe you can straighten up
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| If I call your bluff
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| You push my buttons
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| Give me loving
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| Really something
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| Then you’re running in the morning
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| So I’m gonna run too
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| To another
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| Give ya issues
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| Run for cover
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| Get your tissues
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| Get ready
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| You gonna learn how it feels to be you
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| 'Cause imma imma be imma be just like you
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| Imma imma do imma do you like you do
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| 'Cause men like you make mean women
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| Giving you a taste from your own kitchen
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| 'Cause imma imma be imma be just like you
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| Just like you
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| We used to be good to each other
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| But your love is a game
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| Ain’t nothing gonna change
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| We used to be good to each other
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| But now I mimic your moves
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| And do what you do
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| 'Cause imma imma be imma be just like you
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| Imma imma do imma do you like you do
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| 'Cause men like you make mean women
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| Giving you a taste from your own kitchen
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| 'Cause imma imma be imma be just like you
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| Just like you
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| Just like you
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| Just like you |