| Believe me, it’s me and you to the end
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| Yeah, so nice
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| I don’t even know how it feels anymore, mm
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| I don’t even look at the bill anymore
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| I can only tell 'em if it’s my goal, if it’s yours
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| Mm, I don’t even know how it feels anymore
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| Yeah, yeah, oh, baby
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| Oh, seems like I got to double back on a land mine
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| No tags on my black Polo, cold neckline
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| Spent a lot of dough, no small conversations
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| Singin' what you are, she said, «Where's you escapin'?»
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| You know who you are, you a star to me (You know who you are)
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| Don’t know what you want but I love your dedication
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| You know who you are, you a star to me
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| Dunno, got me me thinkin' bout monogamy
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| Chicken chili when I gotta chase
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| Six A.M. |
| is when I got to leave
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| Catchin' feelings, that’s your hobby, right?
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| I love chillin' with the common types
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| Cut my palm on
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| At least you got the riser right
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| What’s the odds you the kind I like?
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| Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread
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| Goddamn, you gotta lay off them backwoods, baby |