| 904, that’s where I be
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| Love is like a posion, name is ivy
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| Found another one she a dime piece
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| Telling me to do whatever I please
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| Never texting back, its like my b
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| Crazy how ya parents didn’t like me
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| Really tried to turn you to a wifey
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| You just wanna post up on ya IG
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| Thotty with a body, you insane
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| Don’t know whatchu doing to my brain
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| Told me that it don’t feel the same
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| How bout if I get a lot of fame
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| Put you up, you never coming down
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| Penalizing me, I’m outta bounds
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| I’ve been on a plane, I’m hopping towns
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| When I’m coming back, you not around
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| You could be the one
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| Yea. |
| Just tried calling
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| Didn’t answer but I’m out here balling
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| FaceTime me see the tears start falling
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| Saying girl calm down, okey just be honest
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| Tell me yoj waiting me. |
| Misery haunting me
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| Feeling assaulting me. |
| I’ll keep you company
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| Ran up a check for you, now you gon run from me
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| Wow
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| Try to be there, I don’t know how
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| Wanna be fair, but it’s no use
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| Say you love me when it goes down
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| I been having dreams of the old you
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| Took a limousine to the airport
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| You were tryna cheat too
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| I was tryna think about a new girl
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| But I hate myself and I need you
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| 904, that’s where I be
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| Love is like a posion, name is ivy
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| Found another one she a dime piece
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| Telling me to do whatever I please
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| Never texting back, its like my b
|
| Crazy how ya parents didn’t like me
|
| Really tried to turn you to a wifey
|
| You just wanna post up on ya IG
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| Thotty with a body, you insane
|
| Don’t know whatchu doing to my brain
|
| Told me that it don’t feel the same
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| How bout if I get a lot of fame
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| Put you up, you never coming down
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| Penalizing me, I’m outta bounds
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| I’ve been on a plane, I’m hopping towns
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| When I’m coming back, you not around
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| You could be the one
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| This is what heaven sent
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| Can’t reminisce. |
| On sentiment
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| You so sweet, like cinnamon
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| But I’ll never see you again
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| This is what heaven sent
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| Can’t reminisce. |
| On sentiment
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| You so sweet, like cinnamon
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| But I’ll never see you again |