| She keep tellin' me we best of friends
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| I don’t know what type of shit I’m in
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| There’s gotta be some other man
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| In my mind, I’m thinkin' we talk (we talk)
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| Ain’t tryna rush nothing I just need more (need more)
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| And she thinks I should understand (why?)
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| Cause I usually do (okay)
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| But she keeps throwing signs (yeah)
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| I might, be into what she’s into (what, right)
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| But she promised me, she’s still into guys (uh huh)
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| Even though, my heart tells me a woman might be in her life (that's what I
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| thought)
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| I’m not judgin' you, I’m not judgin' you, you
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| But I feel I waste my time, like you’ll never be mine
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| I’m not judgin' you, I’m not judgin' you
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| But I feel I waste my time, like you’ll never be mine (wastin', never be mine)
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| So what’s the point?
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| Now we done been on three vacations, nothin’s ever going down
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| I just live sometimes on occasion, postin' up pics, we pourin' brown
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| She tells me I’m her type, her directions won’t show
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| She got her people telling' me that I should give up and move on, damn
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| But she promised me, that she was still in to guys
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| But my hearts tell me, that there’s a woman in her life
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| I’m not judgin' you, I’m not judgin' you, you
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| But I feel I waste my time, like you’ll never be mine
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| I’m not judgin' you, I’m not judgin' you
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| But I feel I waste my time, like you’ll never be mine (wastin', never be mine)
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| So what’s the point?
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| Jacquees sing, yeah |