| You’re not into what I do baby
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| Don’t eat the same kinda food
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| You make me laugh, this is true baby
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| Shouldn’t hate on what you do
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| Your qualities are getting trapped baby
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| Behind the stale cigarettes you carry
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| I used to see, through the smoke
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| But it’s too thick, it’s got me choked
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| And I know that I, seem to be true
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| But you fuck me off
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| Doing what you do
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| (You fuck me off)
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| And I love it, but I hate it
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| And it’s in my hands
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| And I could break it
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| But yeah I could make it
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| So I’ma stick to my plan
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| (You fuck me off)
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| Let you in thought you were cool baby
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| Class clown back at school
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| It’s always me and you I promise
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| Just watch the way your tone is
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| I won’t bite my tongue forever
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| Yeah you make me feel alive
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| And I love the way you try for me
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| Yeah babe I know that you are kind
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| But you chat so many lies
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| I’ve forgotten who I use to see
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| Doing what you do
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| Doing what you do
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| (Do you know you fuck me off baby?)
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| Doing what you do
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| (Do you know you fuck me off?)
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| Doing what you do
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| (Do you know you fuck me off?) |