| I see right through
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| When you’re blowing that smoke
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| Make me feel high
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| But you’re stunting my growth
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| Telling me to hang my hat
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| On some new promise
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| I don’t want to live like that
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| Can we be honest?
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| Give it to me straight now
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| Let me feel the burn of the truth
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| You’re feeding me the same lines
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| Like I’ll never ask for the proof
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| A little less than crystal clear
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| I’m know I’m a mess
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| Forgive my fear
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| But why you gotta be so insincere?
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| Now you’re talking smooth
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| Just to keep your control
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| Taking my silver, pretending its gold
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| Even though it tastes so good to sugar coat it
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| All you do is make me crash and break my focus
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| Give it to me straight now
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| Let me feel the burn of the truth
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| You’re feeding me the same lines
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| Like I’ll never ask for the proof
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| A little less than crystal clear
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| I’m know I’m a mess
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| Forgive my fear
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| But why you gotta be so insincere?
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| You should know better
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| Living off that short term pleasure
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| Never works out in the end
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| Never works out in the end
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| Give it to me straight
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| Now, let me feel the burn of the truth
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| You’re feeding me the same lines
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| Like I’ll never ask for the proof
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| A little less than crystal clear
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| I’m know I’m a mess
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| Forgive my fear
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| But why you gotta be so insincere? |