| I don’t mean to get my hopes up
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| You got something on the low, love
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| I always bite the bad fruit
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| It’s almost like I have to
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| Cross my mind like a border
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| Angela and devil on my shoulder
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| I always bite the bad fruit (Oh yeah)
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| 'Cause I thought you were different, oh no
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| Who are you when your phone dies?
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| When I’m alone, you ghost like
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| Gonna turn into most guys
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| Boy, you ain’t got no game
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| Give me love with your brain
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no
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| Empty bottles in your tote bag
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| Got another, can you hold that?
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| I hope this isn’t taboo
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| Almost like I had you
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| Picture prefect, you Kodak
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| Come and go, it’s a known fact
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| It’s almost like a habit
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| 'Cause I thought you were different, oh no
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| Who are you when your phone dies?
|
| When I’m alone, you ghost like
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| Gonna turn into most guys
|
| Boy, you ain’t got no game
|
| Give me love with your brain
|
| Oh no, oh no, oh no
|
| 'Cause I thought you were different, oh no
|
| Who are you when your phone dies?
|
| When I’m alone, you ghost like
|
| Gonna turn into most guys
|
| Boy, you ain’t got no game
|
| Give me love with your brain
|
| Oh no, oh no, oh no
|
| 'Cause I thought you were different, oh no
|
| Who are you when your phone dies?
|
| When I’m alone, you ghost like
|
| Gonna turn into most guys
|
| Boy, you ain’t got no game
|
| Give me love with your brain
|
| Oh no, oh no, oh no
|
| 'Cause I thought you were different, oh no
|
| Who are you when your phone dies?
|
| When I’m alone, you ghost like
|
| Gonna turn into most guys
|
| Boy, you ain’t got no game
|
| Give me love with your brain
|
| Oh no, oh no |