| Hate when you talk like that
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| Then we get to arguing
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| 'Cause I’m worried 'bout it
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| Why you gotta act like that?
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| You’ve been changin'
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| I think it’s your surroundings
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| Would you still love me if I lied to you?
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| Would you still kill for me if I died for you?
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| Sometimes I lay up on my ex, just to get you jealous
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| I love the way you fuck when you mad, babe
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| Blow the top off when you laid back
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| Make me feel relaxed when you get dramatic
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| I got soul ties when I’m tongue-tied with you
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| You’re traumatized from your last, I get it
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| I’m so quick to close the curtains
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| Fuck your signs, dollar signs, spend it
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| I’ll love you when I got the time
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| Hate when you talk like that
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| 'Cause we get to arguing
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| 'Cause I’m worried 'bout it
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| Why you gotta act like that?
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| You’ve been changing
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| I think it’s your surroundings
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| Hate it when you talk like that
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| Why you gotta act like that?
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| Ricochet, fuck you from the back
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| Toxic lovers, that’s that
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| Hate it when you talk like that
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| Why you gotta act like that?
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| Ricochet, fuck you from the back
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| Toxic lovers, that’s that
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| Hate when you talk like that
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| Then we get to arguing
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| 'Cause I’m worried 'bout it
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| I kinda like it when yuh act tough like that
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| 'Cause we get to fucking
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| Ain’t worried 'bout who’s around
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| Round, round (Oooh), round after round (Round after round)
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| Get to loving get to fucking
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| You’re my angel (Ooh, ooh)
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| That’s that sweet sound
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| Moanin' and sucking
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| Huffing and puffing on it
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| You never been the type to bluff on it
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| You’re the only one that can love on it
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| You’re the only one I trust on it |