| Plenty times I said, «I love you»
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| If it’s fuck me then it’s fuck you
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| I spend some time on it, I showed you
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| Bittersweet, the memories, you layin' in my bed and I am naive
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| Thinkin' to myself like, how I got here?
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| I can’t let you walk over my feelings, ain’t no bitch in me
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| Fuck the CC and the mula, ain’t no fuckin' me
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| Is you thottin' me? |
| Like is you? |
| You shittin' me?
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| And I’m back to you and suddenly I
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| Make believe and stop pretendin'
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| We holdin' and not ascendin'
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| That '42 then fuck up the city with my bestfriend (Bestfriend)
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| Blame it on the liquor, just to press send
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| Like, «Would you let me know? |
| Would you let me know?»
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| It’s a thin line between love and hate, yeah
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| «Would you let me go? |
| Would you let me go?»
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| Didn’t I tell you, I was tired of the blame games?
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| Too old and it’s a damn shame
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| How you move so cruel, with the ones who love you most
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| Play me for a fool, wouldn’t put no one above you
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| But I play it cool, 'cause they can’t know how much I love you
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| Send them prayers since I’m tryna understand him
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| I say, «Fuck these haters, I’m still ridin' for my man»
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| When I still fuck this dick, I know they won’t understand
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| 'Cause anytime I’m down and under, he still reachin' for my hand
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| Oh, he’s ready to save me
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| Give up, I can’t keep up no more
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| Them lies, I heard them all before
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| And every day’s like a batteflied
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| I’m tired of losin', baby, keep it real
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| Like, «Would you let me know? |
| Would you let me know?»
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| It’s a thin line between love and hate, yeah
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| «Would you let me go? |
| Would you let me go?»
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| Like, «Would you let me know? |
| Would you let me know?»
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| It’s a thin line between love and hate, yeah
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| «Would you let me go? |
| Would you let me go? |
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