| Yeah, ooh, oh
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| Yeah
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| She’s like a renegade in my head, that what she is
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| And she’s sleeping all in my bed, that where she left
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| She likes fighting with the gloves off
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| Every single night, she only fuck me with the right song
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| She’s like a melody in my head, that’s what she is
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| I know I lie, yes, I know I lie
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| I saw you cry, I just wanna die
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| I make it right, yes, I make it right
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| With tulips 'cause she don’t like roses
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| Feeling like I’m running in my head
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| But she don’t like roses
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| I got a girl up in palisades, that where she lives
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| And she hit me up like everyday, she know what it is
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| She likes to love with the lights on
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| And when I leave her in the morning
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| I regret it, it feels so wrong
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| 'Cause I got you all in my head, that’s where you live
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| I know I lie, yes, I know I lie
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| I saw you cry, I just wanna die (Die)
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| I make it right, yes, I make it right
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| With tulips 'cause she don’t like roses
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| Feeling like I’m running in my head
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| Cause' she don’t like roses
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| Driving down Malibu
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| I remember picking you up from school
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| We were just teens, everything was cool
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| Yeah, I miss that (Yeah)
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| Oops, I did it again
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| I just fucked on your friend in the back of my Benz
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| Oops, I did it again
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| Use tulips to make amends
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| 'Cause she don’t like roses (Yeah)
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| Feeling like I’m running in my head (She don’t like it)
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| She don’t like roses
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| Driving down Malibu
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| I remember picking you up from school
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| We were just teens, everything was cool
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| Yeah, I miss that (Yeah)
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| But she don’t likes roses |