| This ain’t healthy, girl, this can’t go on
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| I think I’m over it, this can’t go on
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| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I know you’re you but I’m me, that shit means some shit
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| I got a house with a studio, I dreamed this shit
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| I be locked in, phone off, hits gettin' made
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| I don’t got time to play house and kids gettin' made
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| I got tapestries, I’m buyin' for Moroccan-themed rooms
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| You got travesties of fuckin' men for vodka and shrooms
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| Gossipin' too as if I give a fuck
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| I gave you dick and conversation, guess I gave too much
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| My friends say it’s my fault, they say that I’m the problem
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| They say that if I don’t want them attached, then I should dog 'em
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| But that’s not in my nature, I swear that’s not the real me
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| Even if I felt okay about it, mom would kill me
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| But first-class tickets and five-star rooms
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| Shouldn’t make you think you 'bout to be a wife and me a groom
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| Raise your standards, where’s your self-worth and life at?
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| You shouldn’t act like you come with a motherfuckin' price tag, yeah
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| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| 'Cause now I’m heated and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah)
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| This ain’t healthy, girl, this can’t go on
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| I think I’m over it, this can’t go on
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| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Doo-doo, you really make it hard to say (Hard to say)
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| Doo-doo, you need to understand your lane (Your lane)
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| Yeah, yeah, get a grip, fall back, be casual
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| We’ve only seen each other three times, act natural
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| Or rather, act neutral, I don’t got the energy to deal with women how I used to
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| You need to chill the fuck out
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| I mentioned how I saw you three times, guess we struck out
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| Your overbearin' ways made the patience in me run out
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| I finally got some time to myself, ain’t no time for your shit
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| You not my mom, you not my girl, and we not datin', so just dip
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| Call a Lyft, I heard Uber’s racist
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| Yeah, the head is good but you’re not who I choose to mate with
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| I need my space, indicative you can’t handle boundaries
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| You keep blurrin' lines, I’ve had enough of all your drama and disturbin' mind,
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| yeah
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| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |
| (Yeah, yeah)
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| 'Cause now I’m heated and I might just do the same (Yeah, yeah)
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| This ain’t healthy, girl, this can’t go on
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| I think I’m over it, this can’t go on
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| Baby, baby, why’d you call me out my name? |