| You and me I never crossed the line but now your cross at me,
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| Desperately tryna find the words so i can justify me,
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| Secretly I’m hoping she can turn a slight blind eye on me,
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| yeah, I’m just another brother runaway,
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| And I’m just another prisoner they say,
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| I’ve been walking round thinking bout what I did wrong,
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| Tryna find a part of me that makes me feel like,
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| I’ve been the guilty one guilty one,
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| She treats me like a wrecking ball,
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| But I don’t feel like I’ve been wrecking it all,
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| I started slacking and she’s on my back —
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| Oh my lord,
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| Oh my lord,
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| If you take a step back,
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| Break this fool,
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| These games we played turned into war,
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| Yeah, the paper beats the rock but it’s —
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| Just round one,
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| Just round one,
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| Fake mistakes — I ain’t been making,
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| You ain’t been listening to me,
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| I ain’t playing the victim when you’ve been vindictive to me,
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| Constantly,
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| Verbally exploding over petty things,
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| I’m just another brother run away,
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| I’m just another prisoner they say,
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| I’ve been walking round thinking about what I did wrong,
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| You switched the page enough on me —
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| to make me feel like I was the guilty one, the guilty one
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| She treats me like a wrecking ball,
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| But I don’t feel like I’ve been wrecking it all,
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| I started slacking and she’s on my back —
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| Oh my lord,
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| Oh my lord,
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| If you take a step back,
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| Break this fool,
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| These games we played turned into war,
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| Yeah, the paper beats the rock but it’s —
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| Just round one,
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| Just round one,
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| Fake mistakes — I ain’t been making
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| Oh oh oh oh oh —
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| She’ll never let me go,
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| She’ll never let me go,
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| Oh oh oh oh oh —
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| I’m slipping away from her,
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| It seems like our roles reversed,
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| She treats me like a wrecking ball,
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| But I don’t feel like I’ve been wrecking it all,
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| I started slacking and she’s on my back —
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| Oh my lord,
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| Oh my lord,
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| If you take a step back,
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| Break this fool,
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| These games we played turned into war,
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| Yeah, the paper beats the rock but it’s —
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| Just round one,
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| Just round one,
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| Fake mistakes — I ain’t been making none |