| Ooh lord, you’re you’re such a fucking baby
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| How the fuck do I forget that shit every time? |
| It’s my fault
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| Maybe I should set an alarm, I mean damn
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| Even so much more lately and every time I’m still shocked and appalled like
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| Maybe Jean you should recall how this nigga lane be
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| And every time you try to make things right he burns it down to the ground
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| Don’t turn around
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| You such a fucking victim, ain’t ya
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| That kinda thing is just your nature
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| Well I kinda hate ya, oh
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| I loved you baby but that don’t make me wrong
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| How many damn apologies can one man want?
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| You run then walk right back to guilty threads I won’t
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| You must be fucking crazy
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| To think I wanna stay in a loss
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| I tried to let you get your player shit off
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| But let’s be real, you never really understood how to feel
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| Can I get a witness?
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| I bet I could, so many bitches
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| And if everybody had a bit of you in 'em man they would be assholes
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| Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though
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| Remember that Jean is the enemy
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| You fill in the memory with an epiphany
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| That was a phony epiphany
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| What are you kidding? |
| We been in the moment again and again I’m living no more
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| I made the decision to kick in the bucket and clicked the phone call
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| Off, boss, stick to being the victim most of time
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| Post up your lines, blah blah blah blah, instagram
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| Quit your damn crying
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| Bitch you a damn lie
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| Bitch you a damn lie |