| I see his thumbs workin' overtime lately
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| Immersed in a text you sent discretely
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| She probably a cool chick, light skinned, pretty
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| Come to think of it, she probably a lot like me
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| It’s a low blow but I act like I don’t know
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| You used to stay, now you say you gotta go
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| Your excuses are very original
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| But you got no organizational skills
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| I get a text two seconds after you leave
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| Obviously meant for her, not for me
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| It said, what’s up, sexy? |
| Are you gonna come through?
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| Let a brotha know what a sista gonna do
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| Text me back, X X O O
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| I miss your embrace, sideways happy face
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| Oops, did your thumbs have a nervous twitch?
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| You just sent the wrong text to the wrong bitch
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| LOL, I text your celly
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| Gotta spell out, go to hell
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| Toss you in the trash
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| Then reduce you to an acronym
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| WTF? |
| You reply
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| I laugh so hard, I almost cry
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| Beat you to the punch line
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| Broke your heart before you broke mine
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| How you gonna go and tryna play me out?
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| Why you gonna go and fill my head with doubt?
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| And clouds and shit, I don’t wanna deal with
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| All stressed out shoutin, throwin' a fit, c’mon
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| How you gonna lie, you’re way out of this one?
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| You think it might be time for a confession?
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| You’ve left no room for any more fabrication
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| Boy a cell phone could be a dangerous weapon
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| Next time check if the safety’s on
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| Trigger happy fingers can expose the gun
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| Woah, what a tangled web you’ve spun
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| Now it’s on son, I’m about to have some fun
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| I make sure the I.D.'s unknown
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| I text you back from another phone
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| Yeah baby, I’m comin' through
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| I’ll meet you on the avenue
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| LOL, I text your celly
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| Gotta spell out, go to hell
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| Toss you in the trash
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| Then reduce you to an acronym
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| WTF? |
| You reply
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| I laugh so hard, I almost cry
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| Beat you to the punch line
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| Broke your heart before you broke mine
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| LOL, LOL, LOL
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| LOL, LOL, LOL
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| I’ma kick back and watch shit go down
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| While you’re standin' waitin' for her to come around
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| An hour goes by and still no sign
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| So you text her back, oh, one more time
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| Where you at, girl? |
| You said you was gonna meet me
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| This time you send the message correctly
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| She writes back, dawg, you blew up your spot
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| You’re talkin' 'bout a text that I never got
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| Who this girl you’re talkin' to?
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| Who this girl who comin' through?
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| You’re messin' with somebody else
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| Nigga, you just played yourself
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| LOL, I text your celly
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| Gotta spell out, go to hell
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| Toss you in the trash
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| Then reduce you to an acronym
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| WTF? |
| You reply
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| I laugh so hard, I almost cry
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| Beat you to the punch line
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| Broke your heart before you broke mine |