| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| O-oh, yeah
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| I need you to see me
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| The way that I see you, I’m bleedin'
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| I’m stayin' in ICU
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| Til we get away from this
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| From this
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| Baby, you need me to feel less alone now
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| You get hot and you put the phone down
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| All my love is still second-best to his
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| To his, babe
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| I need you to see me
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| The way that I see you, I’m bleedin'
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| I’m stayin' in ICU
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| Til we get away from this
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| From this
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| Baby, you need me to feel less alone now
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| You get hot and you put the phone down
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| All my love is still second-best to his
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| To his, babe
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| Give me all o' yo' love
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| Let me know that you mine
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| Niggas see that I’m yours and I see you the whole time
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| You don’t seem to know why
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| Shorty grew up in the East
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| I was coming from the fourth
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| Forty minutes on the train
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| I just wanna see your face
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| We just wanna get away
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| Think about you every day, yeah
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| Saw you at the bus stop and catch yo' name
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| Caught your eye and I ran but was too late
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| Now you stay on my mind, it must be fate
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| If I had it my way, me and you could be great
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| We can go at yo' pace
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| I need you to see me
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| The way that I see you, I’m bleedin'
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| I’m stayin' in ICU
|
| Til we get away from this
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| From this
|
| Baby, you need me to feel less alone now
|
| You get hot and you put the phone down
|
| All my love is still second-best to his
|
| To his, babe
|
| I need you to see me
|
| The way that I see you, I’m bleedin'
|
| I’m stayin' in ICU
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| Til we get away from this
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| From this
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| You need me to feel less alone now
|
| You get hot and you put the phone down
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| All my love is still second-best to his
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| To his, babe
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| I want this to last forever
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| I want to end the vendetta
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| Without ever betting on weather
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| Without ever having to settle
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| Shoulda never went to Seattle
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| Deflowering you for my meadow
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| I know I that I gotta be better
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| She said she could feel in her stomach
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| Bitch, don’t lie to me
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| I got a lotta self-'steem, don’t try with me
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| I gotta better my being, don’t gas me, b
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| You gotta kill my pride, girl, humble me
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| And if I bump or speed, can you stop me please?
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| Can you tilt my head when my nose gon' bleed?
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| Can you heal my stings when I start to scream?
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| I need you to see me
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| The way that I see you, I’m bleedin'
|
| I’m stayin' in ICU
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| Til we get away from this
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| From this
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| Baby, you need me to feel less alone now
|
| You get hot and you put the phone down
|
| All my love is still second-best to his
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| To his, babe |