| Met you on a Saturday, knew it was somethin' soon as you spoke it
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| I fuckin' across the table, don’t think anybody noticed
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| You asked me if I was comin' the city you from
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| Maybe we should kick it, I was interested, that would be dumb
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| If I denied long legs, good ears, great taste
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| Smell good, sense of humor, obvious a good face
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| And we clicked, we was at each other’s hips
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| I ain’t even wanna fuck 'cause your presence was enough
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| You and I make sense, you stay back at my tele'
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| We was chattin' 'til mornin', the vibrations was heavy
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| I wasn’t drownin' or yawnin', that’s when I told you my feelings
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| You told me you felt the same but you got homie you dealin' with
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| Damn, I didn’t know, that’s a bit unexpected
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| But I get it, it’s whatever, least I could do is respect it
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| We still gon' kick it and check in like nothing could ever stop it
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| The problem is he my friend, but if I’m honest, I’m really hopin' you drop him
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| It’s morals I really have, it’s lines I could never cross
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| But you got somethin' that make all them good intentions get lost
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| I try to keep it together, never felt this way
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| We spent 'bout two weeks together, only skipped one day
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| And they say, «Bros over hoes,» I’m like, «Mm, nah, hey»
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| I would rather hold your hand and have a cool handshake
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| But whatever, we still could be friends, it could still be champs
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| I’ma play it cool, we got somethin', we cannot pretend, uh, uh
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| It’s, it’s like starting a race
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| And then when you take off, they like, «No, no, it’s not a end,» huh
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| It was too late and shit
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| FaceTimin', that ain’t 'bout nothin', you laughin', packin' your luggage
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| It’s nothin' incriminatin' but please delete our discussions
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| You hit me with that look and replied like, «Duh, bitch»
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| Don’t want your man to think that we creepin' behind his back
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| Crossed the line, crossed the line, crossed the-, nah, we never did that
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| Though I haven’t seen him in months, shit, it’s rare he never hit back
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| Anyway, convince him to bring him to me so we could kick it
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| Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
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| You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
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| We walkin' off when we talk, man, that nigga not fuckin' stupid
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| He see it, he know it’s somethin' we frontin' like, «Ha-ha-ha»
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| Whenever we «Ha-ha-ha,» we subtly press his buttons
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| Not on purpose, but, man, I found my purpose
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| If I fuck our friendship up for you, I think it’s worth it
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| But nah, I can’t do that, that nigga don’t deserve it
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| And plus, y’all got depth, I’m just the nigga on the surface, for real
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| Surface
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| I said surface, like, 'cause they got roots
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| Like, I’m the new nigga
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| But you know, they be fuckin', haha
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| Yuh, yuh
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| Didn’t see you a couple weeks, think he wants you away from me
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| Know y’all argue 'bout if you mad, you met him before you met me
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| I feel guilty but not as much as I should
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| I tried to have that self-control but not as much as I could
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| I been down for days, you in my city and I can’t see your face
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| I can’t eat knowin' you with him and not at my place
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| I never been jealous of another man
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| Especially when I have everything I want at hand
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| Except you, you
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| You know, I got every damn car, multiple cribs
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| But it’s like, «No, I wan’t that,» haha
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| He left for some days, I cleared out my sched', I cleared out my head
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| You dropped off at mine, I say that we fled, «No, you pick a place»
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| Week in Talum, or week in Capri, or die right here
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| As long as you with me, I’ll be at peace, huh
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| You was supposed to go back home then see your bestie
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| I told you I can’t hit that zone, too busy next week
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| You was like, «Hmm, I’ll stay a week, she’ll get over that»
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| Seven days with me, your nigga like, «Where the fuck you at?»
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| Dirtyin' my bakin pot, tennis at my mama’s spot
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| Chauffered in the Rolls, the back entrance for them restaurants
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| Part’s playin' chess games, givin' wigs pet names
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| Manicures, night swims, Gerard providin' methane
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| Shoppin' til we droppin', what you coppin'? |
| See, the price is not a option
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| It’s investments 'cause your smile is the prophet to me
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| I know around him, you gotta act like you not into me |
| I know your answer but you gotta keep it honest with me
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| Said you can’t be fully into me 'cause you with him
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| Then why the fuck when we link, it’s like he doesn’t exist?
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| And y’all know that we friends but we both aware that it’s more
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| Everything I got, if you say the word, then it’s yours
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| The only thing I’m missin' in life, I know you could be it
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| And everyone around me that care about me could see it
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| I could fuck a trillion bitches every country I done been in
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| Men or women, it don’t matter, if I seen 'em, then I had 'em
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| But with you, it’s a feeling 'cause we twinning and we matchin'
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| You stayed in the car when I went on date with that actress
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| Whole time I’m eatin', I couldn’t wait to get back
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| In the back of the car with you and talk about who we are
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| You told me when you with me, it’s like heroin
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| Told me that your confidence went up since we befriended, and
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| Told me that you didn’t wanna hurt him while we doin' this
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| Told me this a awkward situation and you just wanna be through with it
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| Told me every time you not with him, it started problems, and
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| Told me every time you not with me, you always ponder
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| What type of sweater I’m wearin', what music have I been finding
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| Girl, you know that I’m a player whenever, that’s what we bonded over
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| You said you told him the truth and you never lied
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| Now he lookin' at you with them eyes
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| We never crossed the line but he got every right to be a lil' pissed off
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| He picked you up, y’all got in argument, he got his shit off
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| My energy like, «Get lost,» your energy just want peace
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| I couldn’t even tell you his energy 'cause he don’t speak
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| He ain’t even call you his bitch
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| Until he see me make you smile, that nigga threatenin' as shit
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| I’m in the wrong, though
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| I picked you up, your energy off
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| Your lips really dry, something is off
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| You ask if I gotta, I ask if you gotta
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| We trip on our words, nobody is lyin', hakuna matata
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| We sat in the car and cried for a hour
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| My shirt look like a showerhead got it, we called it off
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| I’ll skip the details but that night I seen hell
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| You was in a room I was payin' for, I took three Ls
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| Know I didn’t sleep well, woke up and my knees fell
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| They buckled to the ground, I cannot walk, shit, I need Ville
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| Next day I’m drivin' 'round the city with no destination back-up
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| Water in my eyes kept falling like Niagara
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| Ville right beside me makin' sure I didn’t crash or
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| Do something heinous 'cause I’m emotionally jabbed up
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| You checked every box, I thought it was it
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| Felt like I got led on and pushed off a cliff
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| No, I’m the wrong, that was a friend
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| No, fuck that, the energy we had, never again we’ll find it
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| You in the wrong, gotta remind you 'bout the times that you stepped
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| Gotta rewind it- aw, fuck
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| We talkin' 'bout our kinks, real cautious with the links
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| You don’t do that type of shit when you in relationship
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| And you a hundred with your mate so don’t go acting like no saint
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| 'Cause it’s a two-way street, and shit, you knew what I was on
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| And while that nigga out and gone, shit, you was loungin' in my home
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| Shit, I even let you meet my mama and y’all got along
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| But shit, I take my L, though, it’s not fun
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| You still got your nigga and still had your fun
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| Shit, I can’t even look at you and think about bad words
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| That’s why I called and said we couldn’t end this on bad terms
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| We straight like a bad perm, we’ll always be good friends
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| And laugh 'bout it on a sandy beach while our back burns, huh
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| This my perspective, this how I feel
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| I ain’t fabricated nothing, I kept it real
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| I told you I loved you and always will
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| And if he ever put his hands on you, promise I get him killed, true
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| True, true, true, yeah
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| On God, I love that girlfriend
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| I’m a shit, I’m a bad person, like, I’m in the wrong, I’m a bad person
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| I had no ill intentions, though
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| Shit, everybody got hurt
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| I got hurt, bruh
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| It’s a shit situation
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| All the morals and power you have is disadvantaged when a certain feeling is
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| nearin'
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| And those feelings got so much gravity and it’s out of your control
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| It made me realize that those don’t know what they doin' either
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| We’re all just children |
| I ain’t mean to fuck nobody’s children, man
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| I thought I was bulletproof
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| She proved me wrong, man
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| I felt two hundred percent with her
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| It’s beautiful
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| I was able to feel
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| But it was, it was bad timing
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| And I’m mad private with this side of my life 'cause people are weirdos, and
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| I just try to keep anyone I care about in the shadows
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| Safe from the commentary and spotlight and thoughts
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| 'Cause it’s just a story for the people outside of it
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| But I guess you’re just another chapter in a book |