| Done with the small talk, you throw the same fit
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| All that I hear, it’s the same thing
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| You say it’s my fault, I never listen
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| I was just thinking the same thing
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| Playing the blame game, you’ve done it again
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| Fact to fiction, it’s all pretend
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| I’ll just leave you on read, ‘til you out of my head
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| On read, the metaphors spill out
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| It’s all the boy saw when the text message sent out
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| Saw you at a penthouse so I had to pull my pin out
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| Knew I had you on lease now it’s time to pull my rent out
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| The game I done been out, only call me when you need
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| A little more than I wanna give each week
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| Paying the fee, cause my time ain’t free
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| I recouped it all, now it’s time to leave
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| Selfish? |
| I know. |
| Had to, let go
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| A couple goodbyes better than a fake hello
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| A couple long nights make you feel single
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| Played the cards wrong now I’m yelling uno
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| I feel like we already know, we been on this road here before (before)
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| I’m ready I’m ready to go, cause love don’t live here anymore, so
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| Done with the small talk, you throw the same fit
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| All that I hear, it’s the same thing
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| You say it’s my fault, I never listen
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| I was just thinking the same thing
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| Playing the blame game, you’ve done it again
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| Fact to fiction, it’s all pretend
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| I’ll just leave you on read, ‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, head
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| ‘Til you out of my head, head, head, head, right?
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| ‘Til you out of my head
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| The more that you speak, seem the less I know (know)
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| Water me with lies, then the less I grow (grow)
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| You got something special
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| But it’s hard to see when you act so whack
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| Never really tried to relate with you
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| Guess I’ll take some blame for that
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| I don’t feel no shame for that
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| I’ll make my bed and lay in that
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| Cause everything sweet, right?
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| Shorty’s calling every week, right? |
| right?
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| Checks coming from the beats so my number is reserved
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| Always booked never free, right? |
| right? |
| Uh
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| I feel like we already know, we been on this road here before (before)
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| I’m ready I’m ready to go, cause love don’t live here anymore, so
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| Done with the small talk, you throw the same fit
|
| All that I hear, it’s the same thing
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| You say it’s my fault, I never listen
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| I was just thinking the same thing
|
| Playing the blame game, you’ve done it again
|
| Fact to fiction, it’s all pretend
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| I’ll just leave you on read, ‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, head
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| ‘Til you out of my head, head, head, head, right
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| ‘Til you out of my head, head, head, head, head
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| ‘Til you out of my head, head, head, head, right
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| ‘Til you out of my head
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| Ain’t no need to text back baby, huh, just leave it on read, huh, yeah |