| Girl, you know I get caught up
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| I drink too much
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| Actin' like I don’t give a fuck
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| I go out on the weekends
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| Just to spend so I can feel the love
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| But all that shit is fake as hell
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| You’ve got him by a mile
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| Saying that I know we haven’t spend time in a while
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| Please don’t mind me let your hair down, girl
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| Never question this guy, you’re my world
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| Plus the sex is lit (yea, yea, yea)
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| Look at all the calls I missed (yea, yea, yea)
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| 8 missed calls
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| Fucking hit’em in the morning
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| 8 missed calls
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| Fucking hit’em in the morning
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| Fucking hit’em in the morning
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| And now a nigga zoning
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| Usually I’m going Ghost
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| Love too sit close
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| It kills you and i fucking know
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| You’ve been holding it down
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| Even from a different coast
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| They wanna know, they always ask
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| Like where we been at lately
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| Always boast never brag
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| Don’t tell them 'bout you baby
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| Please don’t mind me let your hair down, girl
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| Never question this guy, you’re my world
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| Plus the sex is lit (yea, yea, yea)
|
| Look at all the calls I missed (yea, yea, yea)
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| 8 missed calls
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| Fucking hit’em in the morning
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| 8 missed calls
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| Fucking hit’em in the morning
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| Fucking hit’em in the morning
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| And now a nigga zoning |