| She say she love me and her mouth mean it
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| And her heart mean it
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| And her eyes mean it
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| But her mind leanin'
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| Toward the life she lived before me, often I’m seein'
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| Her mood switch up right before me when we’re life dreamin'
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| Layin' our head, I’m seein' 4 years ahead
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| She seein' 4 years ago, wishin' she wasn’t in this bed
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| Instead, she miss the club life, the pop bub' life
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| The life she used to love is fuckin' up our love life
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| It’s tough cause I’m lookin' at her knowin' she the one like
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| Man… look how far we’ve come
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| All our friends say relationships are hard, we’re numb
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| This natural high exceeds every single bar we’ve done
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| And I ain’t tryna keep you home, baby, nah we young
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| But that departin' from them clubs at 4 AM when shorty’s party done
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| Is a life that I watched your love part me from
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| I ain’t tryna not be fun, just tryna grow
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| This song’s for you
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| Even though we might be through when this song is through
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Who woulda knew?
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| This song’s for you
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| Even though we might be through when this song is through
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Last time I checked, nobody checkin' on my ID
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| I’m grown, plus everybody know who I be
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| She comments on everything you post, I see
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| But I’m a G, I don’t argue over IG
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| Told me you could handle my celebrity, but fight me
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| And question my integrity whenever someone likes me
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| If you don’t like what you read then stop readin'
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| Baby I got an army to lead, I’m tweetin'
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| You worry 'bout my page, got me startin' to worry 'bout your age
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| They say it’s just a number, I wonder if you behave
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| Like a grownup but miss makin' mistakes
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| Baby hold up, I’m just raisin' the stakes, but you know what?
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| When the weight of the world’s on your shoulders it gets heavy
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| And too much brainstormin' could break the levee
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| But baby I’m here, I got so many ideas and I’m ready
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| I’m thinkin' you just love the idea of bein' ready, girl
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| This song’s for you
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| Even though we might be through when this song is through
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Who woulda knew?
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| This song’s for you
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| Even though we might be through when this song is through
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Who woulda knew?
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| I’m preparin' for more, this house feels like a kitchen
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| You standin' at the door like this house feels like a prison
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| Used to fuck you on the terrace and let you look at the town
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| Now I fuck you on the terrace, feels like you lookin' around
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| Like the grass gets greener or maybe you miss smokin'
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| That green grass with Selena on the ave near the cleaners
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| Laughin', reminiscin' how y’all smash La Marina
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| With homie you used to smash with the stash in the Bimmer
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| Tryna change the scene as we chase this dream
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| Our relationship is in a league of its own
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| Cause I’m finally on my favorite team, let’s embrace this thing
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| I’m tryna iron this shit out but am I wasting steam?
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| I feel like you wish the past was the present
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| The gift’s in our future and you gon' fuck around and pass on the presents
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| What we have is a blessing
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| But it’ll turn into somethin' we once had if we let it
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| Don’t let it
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| This song’s for you
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| Even though we might be through when this song is through
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Who woulda knew?
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| This song’s for you
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| Even though we might be through when this song is through
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| Who woulda knew?
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| Who woulda knew? |