| North Las Vegas
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| It’s not time to get started
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| It’s time to call it off
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| I’ve been trying to find a reason to keep us together
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| Try to make up my bed of lies and call the night my shelter
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| It’s time to call it off
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| And this time, it’s not my fault
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| It’s time to walk out the door
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| It’s time to get gone
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| It’s time to walk out the door
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| It’s time to
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| You tried to blindfold me from the pain you breathe
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| And you said you’d never leave
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| You had me blame myself, question my mental health
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| Like I’m the one who needed questioning
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| It’s time to call it off
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| And this time, it’s not my fault
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| It’s time to walk out the door
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| It’s time to get gone
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| It’s time to walk out the door
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| It’s time to
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| Just can’t make a thot a wife
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| No more basic, ratchet guys
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| Listen up, I’m saving you
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| From all the hell that you’ll go through
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| It’s time to call it off
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| And this time, it’s not my fault
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| It’s time to walk out the door
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| It’s time to get gone
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| It’s time to walk out the door
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| It’s time to |