| Stripper pole in front of my damn eyes
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| We broke up last night not gonna lie
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| You just wanna see me fucking cry
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| But champagne bottles say the opposite, yeah
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| Getting crazy dog, yeah
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| Strippers lazy dog, that’s right
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| Shes gonna change her clothes, ooh
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| Smoking dope with bros, yeah
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| You felt in love with a crazy bitch didn’t you
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| You would fuck all the shit out of her wouldn’t you
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| Compass fucked up you don’t know what time is now
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| But your conscience telling you to slow the fuck down
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| You feel like a clown but you did the right thing
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| This bitch alone now and you not gonna sing
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| Now your phone rings, its crazy again
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| And you started to think that its all good, yeah
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| Don’t call me if you wanna get some, uhuh
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| Don’t call me to buy you a dress, ah
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| Don’t ask me to clean up the mess, in the DMs
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| And don’t ask me to be the damn greatest, you don’t deserve it
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| Shes texing again, shes blowing your DMs
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| No no not again, you don’t wanna see her
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| Shes texing again, shes blowing your DMs
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| No no not again, you don’t wanna see her |