| Messages all in my email, you all aggressive with the details
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| I told you once before, I’m only tryna chill, or get a bottle till
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| Nothing matter at all
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| You used to pour me up a drink of somethin'
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| You was all away and now you ant some
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| Tryna get what you have, boy you know you somethin'
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| Like you know me or somethin'
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| Bit where are you now
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| But where are you now, when I’m 10 feet off the ground?
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| Way high up and sober, so young I feel older
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| I guess it’s the glue cause I’m stuck to you
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| What’s understood don’t need to be explained
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| I think it’s the glue, I guess it’s the glue cause I’m stuck to you
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| What’s understood don’t need to be explained
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| Broken dishes in our sink though
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| I’m tryna figure out where did my sense go
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| We do this every time, i’m tryna let go
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| You never told me no, so I always wanted more
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| You was bad for me, but I still wanted it
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| But they don’t get it though, no they don’t understand
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| That glue will get to you, it get you stick man
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| Till you can’t take no more and you’re giving in
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| me explain that glue, it get’s you sticky
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| Don’t need, don’t need
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| We go ona nd on and on
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| On and on and on, that sticky, that sticky
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| On and on, on and on, that sticky |