| I ain’t tryna be another rewrite
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| Ain’t tryna reach another decline
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| Bet I’d do whatever you wanted
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| If you just said that you wanted — me
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| You won’t find me on out the deep end
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| Overthinking all the reasons
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| So I’m cropping you outta the picture
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| Somebody go get me some scissors, ah
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| I’m so sick of love
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| I’m so tired of love
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| And I know you don’t give a
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| Fuck right now, I’m up right now
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| Clouds rain down, off I go
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| I’m so sick of love
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| (Tired of love, yeah
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| Tired of love)
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| Tired of love
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| I’m tired of love, yeah
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| Maybe it’s the way I saw my dad treat my momma
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| Red face — loud words — like saunas
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| Hurt like traumas
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| Hurt like Drake fans when he switched genres
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| Didn’t learn this shit from the Bible
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| Probably worshiping some false idols
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| Can a rose really grow from the tile?
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| I’m so sick of love
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| I’m so tired of love
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| And I know you don’t give a
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| Fuck right now, I’m up right now
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| Clouds rain down, off I go
|
| I’m so sick of love
|
| (Tired of love
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| Tired of love, yeah)
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| I’m tired of love
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| I’m tired of love, yeah
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| Sick of love, yeah yeah |