| Call him a Uber baby, let’s be alone
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| Why you with them when you could be on your own?
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| The warmth from the summer evening, knocked on your door
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| Let’s do these things we shouldn’t do anymore
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| Just run from this motherfucker
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| His time is running out
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| He’s not your honey bunny
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| I kinda feel a light five
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| On this motherfucker
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| He’s simply dumb as hell
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| He’s staring at the ceiling
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| He still ain’t over it
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| Monday you work at Subway, next to my house
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| Tu coupes la laitue while he’s chasing the clout (Motherfucker!)
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| But Friday we’re back in business, back to my bed
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| If I’m a freak well he’s just fucked in the head
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| Just run from this motherfucker
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| His time is running out
|
| He’s not your honey bunny
|
| I kinda feel a light five
|
| On this motherfucker
|
| He’s simply dumb as hell
|
| He’s staring at the ceiling
|
| He still ain’t' over it
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| Ready?
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| Call him a Uber, baby, let’s be alone
|
| Why you with them when you could be on your own?
|
| Run from this motherfucker
|
| His time is running out
|
| He’s not your honey bunny
|
| I kinda feel a light five
|
| On this motherfucker
|
| He’s simply dumb as hell
|
| He’s staring at the ceiling
|
| He still ain’t
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| R-r-r-run from this motherfucker
|
| His time is running out
|
| He’s not your honey bunny
|
| I kinda feel a light five
|
| On this motherfucker
|
| He’s simply dumb as hell
|
| He’s just un esti d’câlice
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| He still ain’t
|
| R-r-r-run from this motherfucker
|
| His time is running out
|
| He’s not your honey bunny
|
| I kinda feel a light five
|
| On this motherfucker
|
| He’s simply dumb as hell
|
| He’s staring at the ceiling
|
| He still ain’t over it |