| You can hit me on my flip phone, baby
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| Tellin' all your friends, oh baby
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| You told them I needed my space
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| Like it’s 2008, oh, baby
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| But you can hit me on my Razor, I’ve been getting faded
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| AOL ain’t working baby, our connections breaking, oh
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| I just hope that you know
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| But listen, I’ve been going crazy thinkin' 'bout you, baby
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| We look good together just like Britney Spears and JT
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| Hit me on my messenger and tell me that you hate me
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| Texting all these other boys and it’s driving me crazy
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| Umm, okay like, man, what the fuck?
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| Tell me that you needed space
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| When I’m home all alone and I miss your face
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| When that ringtone hits I feel okay but I’m—
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| Done with all that acting shit
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| 'Cause I’m constantly thinking about how bad you is
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| I’m in a chat room simpin' to all my friends
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| And they «Lol XD"like «Ga$p a bitch»
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| But I’m—
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| Wait, oh, she hate me?
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| Huh, fillin' up my inbox crazy
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| One day mad, then the shit’s okay
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| Tony Hawk Pro Skater how she hit a 180
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| Umm, really you could hit me up and I could act like I really couldn’t give a
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| fuck
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| But when my cellphone rings
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| And a new boy sing you can bet that I’ma pick it up, yuh
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| You can hit me on my flip phone, baby
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| Tellin' all your friends, oh baby
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| You told them I needed my space
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| Like it’s 2008, oh, baby
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| But you can hit me on my Razor, I’ve been getting faded
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| AOL ain’t working baby, our connections breaking, oh
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| I just hope that you know
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| But listen, I’ve been going crazy thinkin' 'bout you, baby
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| We look good together just like Britney Spears and JT
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| Hit me on my messenger and tell me that you hate me
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| Texting all these other boys and it’s driving me crazy |