| Every time that I’m home you calling to see me, wow
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| But when I’m away and doing the scenic route
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| Are you holding it down?
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| Is the jealousy creeping now? |
| (Yeah)
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| Bring you roses every day if I say that I can
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| Seeing flowers up by the bay, it remind me who I am
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| Put a smile back on my face; |
| and it’s sad it’s not with you
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| But you know why that’s the case
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| I been operating solo, I don’t want to smell the roses
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| I gave you a dozen of chances like a hopeless romantic
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| Unnoticed
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| Yeah, my Tsarina in a two seater, in a four door or in a Range
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| My golly gosh her hand slips the stick shift and I forget about the days
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| When the sun beamed through the sun roof but I was lost out in L. A
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| So I called back for the rain, girl, to find myself, find my perspective
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| I call you when I need reminding and all I get is the tone
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| I bet you look down but don’t even pick up the phone
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| Yeah, I guess it’s okay, girl I got plenty to say but you ignore
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| So it’s back to my ways, I do it better without you anyways
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| So fuck you
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| I been operating solo, I don’t want to smell the roses
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| I gave you a dozen of chances like a hopeless romantic, unnoticed
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| And I been operating solo, I don’t want to smell the roses
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| I gave you a dozen of chances like a hopeless romantic, unnoticed
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| Yeah, I do it all in the matrix never in real life
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| In the day time hide my face in the shade, it’s—
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| Hard to talk to you from miles way, like everyday, I’ll—
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| Take a real flight back to you just as soon as I get paid, yeah
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| All of the shit I pull, telling these lies, fake news
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| I’ve tried it all on you, but you the only one that’s gonna catch me when I’m
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| falling out the boot, oh
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| I pop a pill at the shoot, oh
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| I wear my chucks with the suit, oh
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| Thats the imbalance I feel, I know it’s for real
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| I been operating solo, I don’t want to smell the roses
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| I gave you a dozen of chances like a hopeless romantic, unnoticed
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| And I been operating solo, I don’t want to smell the roses
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| I gave you a dozen of chances like a hopeless romantic, unnoticed |