| So tell me how you feel about it
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| Know it’s been a minute, we don’t speak about it
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| Dance around the fact that you still think about me
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| But never hesitate to tell me how you feel about me
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| I ain’t shit, say less
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| Apologies then I digress
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| I smoke more when I’m stressed
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| I talk, you’re unimpressed, I get it
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| Found my confidence in compliments
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| I know I’m blessed
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| You say you liked me more before we met
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| 'Cause now you know me less
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| All that money don’t die with you
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| I overspent and bad decisions won’t lie to you
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| I know regret charismatic, now they want vibes with you
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| See the drip and now they wan' slide with you
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| You let em' in, come through and spend the whole night with you
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| Now you pretend that all this love gon' enlighten you
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| Now you descend into a bottle of light pinot
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| And empty sex and find your way back to my pillow?
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| You make me sick
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| So tell me how you feel about it
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| Know it’s been a minute, we don’t speak about it
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| Dance around the fact that you still think about me
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| But never hesitate to tell me how you feel about me
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| She said, «I miss you but feel much better without you»
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| Apologies make it simple but ain’t no changing the outcome
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| You only care about yourself, don’t you?
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| You think I’m talking for my health, don’t you?
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| I know she read me like a paragraph
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| And this divorce won’t need my autograph
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| When you’re tired, cut me out of all our photographs
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| Shallow waters, I’ve been drowning, going overboard
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| I’ve been going through the motions, don’t who to call
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| I might hide all my emotions in another song
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| Drop another thong
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| I know something wrong
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| I know something wrong
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| I know something wrong
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| I know she need me but feel much better without me
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| My demons keep me surrounded
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| My preacher said I need guidance
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| My guidance said I need Karma, I do
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| What I paid for forgiveness I know I’ll never recoup
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| I what I did for our future I know I’ll never undo
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| Still surrounded by women but know they’ll never be you
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| Keep it real with myself or know they’ll never be truth
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| I make me sick
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| The fact that you won’t even answer the phone right now
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| Just proves to me how ain’t shit you are
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| Like, really Kojey?
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| You’re gonna sit up here and talk about
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| «Oh, it’s distance this,» and «Distance that,»
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| But there wasn’t no fuckin' distance when you was fucking me raw,
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| fuck is you talkin' about?
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| Like, you sound dumb
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| You fuckin' wanna place the blame on everybody else’s, everybody’s else’s
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| Take some fuckin' accountability for your actions, like
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| Are you fuckin' simple?
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| Are you dumb?
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| What the fuck is wrong with you? |