| Have you ever met a guy who was super fly
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| Be then every time he talk he be kinda sly
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| Like — when it counts he’s no where to be found
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| And if you wanna see him, it’s like playing iSpy
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| He’s like, «Girl listen, my phone died
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| For real — I was grounded for the whole night
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| I would have made plans, it was outta my hands
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| Give me a chance, I’mma make it up next time» (uh huh!)
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| Boy quit it
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| Outta know that I know better
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| Talk, talk, talk
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| Shoulda known better
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| Boy quit it
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| Outta know that I know better
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| Lip service, shoulda known better
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| I’mma show you what these little games will do
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| Make it easier and easier to get over you, cause
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| You keep on digging that hole
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| Talking talking till it gets old
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| When all you ever really needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Been reckless from the start
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| Tryna play these games with my heart
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| When all you ever really needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Hush
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| Whenever you talk sweeter
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| You’re digging that hole deeper
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| All you ever needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Think I don’t see what what (what, what)
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| You tryna cover up
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| All you ever needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Saw you with your friends in that new pic
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| Oh look! |
| you were hanging with a new chick
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| Ha — flirty at school, got me thinkin we cool
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| I wonder what all I’mma find on my next click
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| I wish — you would shoot straight boy
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| Tryna kick it with the bros, I can wait boy
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| But when you act lame
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| With them petty little games
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| I’mma start cookin on ya like cake boy (uh huh)
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| Boy quit it
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| Outta know that I know better
|
| Talk, talk, talk
|
| Shoulda known better
|
| Boy quit it
|
| Outta know that I know better
|
| Lip service, shoulda known better
|
| I’mma show you what these little games will do
|
| Make it easier and easier to get over you, cause
|
| You keep on digging that hole
|
| Talking talking till it gets old
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| When all you ever really needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Been reckless from the start
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| Tryna play these games with my heart
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| When all you ever really needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Hush
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| Whenever you talk sweeter
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| You’re digging that hole deeper
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| All you ever needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Think I don’t see what what (what, what)
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| You tryna cover up
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| All you ever needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| His style, so fly
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| Until he lies
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| And makes my heart, just hurt
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| You’ll think he’s sweet
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| Until he speaks
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| And starts diggin that dirt
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| You keep on digging that hole
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| Talking talking till it gets old
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| When all you ever really needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Been reckless from the start
|
| Tryna play these games with my heart
|
| When all you ever really needed to do was
|
| Hush, hush
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| Hush
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| Whenever you talk sweeter
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| You’re digging that hole deeper
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| All you ever needed to do was
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| Hush, hush
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| Think I don’t see what what (what, what)
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| You tryna cover up
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| All you ever needed to do was
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| Hush, hush |