| This here is on some truthful shit
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| It seems like everything I do you’re used to it
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| And I hate hearing stories 'bout who you’ve been with
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| That’s when I gotta hide, what I’m feeling inside
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| So you still think I’m confident and damn
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| Is this gonna last? |
| You’re up on a pedestal
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| Are we moving too fast?
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| Feel like I’m in crazy competition with the past
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| That’s why I gotta ask
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| Is anything I’m doing brand new
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| Brand new, brand new
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| Is anything I’m doing brand new
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| Brand new, brand new, brand new, oh
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| This here is something personal
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| Highly doubt this feeling is reversible
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| Knowledge is pain and that is why it hurts to know
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| That you attempt to hide and put mistakes aside
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| So I don’t ever question you and damn
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| I can’t even find the perfect brush
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| So I can paint what’s going through my mind
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| Racing against myself but I’m a couple steps behind
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| That’s why I gotta ask
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| Is anything I’m doing brand new
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| Brand new, brand new
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| Is anything I’m doing brand new
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| Brand new, brand new, brand new, oh
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| Is anything I’m doing brand new
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Is everything I’m doing too late
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| Late, late, late, late
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| Did he take off your clothes off just like this
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| Did he give you loving just like this
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| Did you spend the night in his bed on the very first date
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| Tell me, baby, am I too late
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| Is anything I’m doing brand new
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| Brand new, brand new
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| Show me if this is brand new
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| Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah |