| Oh, how long again?
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| Yeah, that’s good
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| I’ve been
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| (John)
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| (Hahaha, Nick, you’re stupid)
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| Baby, you gotta excuse me, I’ve been
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| Runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
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| She didn’t know me yesterday, and now she rippin' my clothes off
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| If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I’m froze, oh
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| I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
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| Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain’t on my shoulder
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| Baby, you gotta excuse me, I’ve been
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| Runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
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| Can you feel that I love you, baby?
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| The pain kills, feel like I’m dyin' in here
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| Show me that it’s real, I won’t know until you appear
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| Fucked the one’s in Hollywood and she caught feelings severe
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| Won’t love again, rollin' dope in this Porsche Cayenne
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| I got a bag from the show, my bitch is a ten
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| Every time I spend a check, I swear that shit make me grin
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| I never in my life would’ve thought that I would’ve fallen tryna make her my
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| wife
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| The feds would come and lock you up if breakin' hearts was a crime
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| Was she tryna take control over me? |
| You too controllin' for me
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| Baby, you gotta excuse me, I’ve been
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| Runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long
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| She didn’t know me yesterday, and now she rippin' my clothes off
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| If I touch you with my soul, you better ride 'til I’m froze, oh
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| I wanna have you as a whole, want you to vibe and your lover
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| Everyday feels like hell when your hand ain’t on my shoulder
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| Baby, you gotta excuse me, I’ve been
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| Runnin' from my feelings for so long, so long |