| Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey, uh
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey, uh
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| You fronting for that new nigga and, and we know it, hmmm
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| You keep fronting for that new nigga and- and we know it
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| You blew it
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| Uh, I know you still think about me
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| I could tell he knows, he probably saudy
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| No more dodging this shit, the cat and mouse
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| Finding love in the shadows, ready to pounce
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| They yearning for my return
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| Laying next to him, you daydreaming of my meat
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| You remember when I said, «Put it on my face»?
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| Damn, girl, when will you learn? |
| There’s no escaping me
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| Passion never dissipates, no soul without your mate, relate
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| Man, I could’ve never fathomed
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| Hate you mingling with these corny niggas, though I don’t care how it happened
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| It’s cool now, 'cause I’m home
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| Sloppiest sex, the best way, we’re both giving dome
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| Uh-uh, until the break of dawn
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| I gotta, getcha, getcha, getcha on, on
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| You know I’m the only one to get you revved up
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| Spread it open, pound it 'til it’s numb, yum
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| In bed you would play a vision that’s too thotty
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| Like, what’s on your mind, babe?
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| One blink and you’re caught lying
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| Lying, lying entirely to everyone
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| Distant yearnings and fantasies
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| Keep lying, you keep lying entirely to everyone
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| There isn’t another soul who knows your soul
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| Like I, quite like I, quite like I, quite like I
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| Yeah, quite like I, quite like I
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| (Quite like…)
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| «I'm so through with him,» she says
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| «I hate her,» he says
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| The makeup sex is electric
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| He smiles her gazes
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| Her sun on gray weeks
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| Translates her heartbeat
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| «My leg’s shakin',» she says
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| He grabs the back of her neck
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| And they live a little, mmm
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| And they live a little
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| Give a little
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| Lying, lying entirely to everyone
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| Distant yearnings and fantasies
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| Keep lying, you keep lying entirely to everyone
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| There isn’t another soul who knows your soul
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| Like I, quite like I, quite like I, quite like I
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| You fronting for that new nigga and, and we know it
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| Hmmm, hmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
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| The curse of once dating an awesome nigga
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| Can’t duck my energy, ever
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| Such a curse is a curse if you make it so
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| Which means we in control until forever
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| So stop wasting your fucking chi
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| Stop searching, chasing your tail
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| Running in circles to no destination
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| Remember we once saved each other from hell?
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| I’m never tryna persuade
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| You gotta figure what you want in you
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| I’ll be clear, I’m a hell of a man
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| Flaws and all, somebody would love to have me, too
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| But you can tell I’m bored with these hoes
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| Sex is weak when there isn’t a glow
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| Takes a man longer to see this fact
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| Women are quicker with this type of shit, we know
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| Uh, uh, show me the lane, dude
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| I’ll be speeding down that bitch, I’m going straight to you
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| Uh, always knew you still thought about me
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| Now cut the doubt
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| Lying, lying entirely to everyone
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| Distant yearnings and fantasies
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| Keep lying, you keep lying entirely to every one
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| There isn’t another soul who knows your soul
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| Like I, quite like I, quite like I, quite like I
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| Yeah, quite like I, quite like I
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| (Quite like…) |