| Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Poppin' bottles, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh
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| (Keep that, keep that)
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| Time will only tell and the times ain’t doin' too much
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| (That's what I’m talkin', perfect right there)
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| Time will only tell if it’s real or if it’s not
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| We’ll be feelin' like we out of space, space
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| 'Til we feelin' like we probably need space
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| Time will only tell
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| Empty wishing well
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Where do we go? |
| We never been here before
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| We was just chillin' before
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| We didn’t know, we wasn’t really a thing
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| We were pretendin' before
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| We were just talkin' but never impose
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| We were just fuckin' but never that close
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| That only set when he set on the loose
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| You got me open when everything closed
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| Can’t trust the news, nah fuck that
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| Can’t trust you, not just yet
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| Got work to do but she a shotdown
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| Who’s stuck with ho? |
| Who slip out?
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| Who talk to who? |
| And who don’t ask?
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| In a month or two, you’ll probably want that
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| And the one you want, when you not with me
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| I’ma follow you with no callback
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| Time will only tell and the times ain’t doin' too much
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| (That's what I’m talkin', perfect right there)
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| Time will only tell if it’s real or if it’s not
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| We’ll be feelin' like we out of space, space
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| 'Til we feelin' like we probably need space
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| Time will only tell
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| Empty wishing well
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| When the Postmate hit five K
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| Watchin' MJ on Sundays
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| Lil' bae gon' watch your shit
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| Insecure but I see the same thing
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| On God, I ain’t checkin' your phone
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| On God, I be checkin' my bank
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| On God, I don’t care what you know
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| These times test my faith
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| At these times, check up my friends
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| Check up my mother, then check up my checks
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| Check up my studio, check up my flow
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| Check it all, I am still better than them
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| Music get livin', the business is dead
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| Swizz and Timbo been takin' it there
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| Me versus her’s inevitable
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| She live in my house, I live in my head
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| Time will only tell and the times ain’t doin' too much
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| (That's what I’m talkin', perfect right there)
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| Time will only tell if it’s real or if it’s not
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| We’ll be feelin' like we out of space, space
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| 'Til we feelin' like we probably need space
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| Time will only tell
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| Empty wishing well
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Look
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| Can’t trust the news, nah fuck that (No)
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| Can’t trust you, not just yet (Not yet)
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| No work to do, she’ll shutdown
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| She open back, we gon' go back
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| Who close up? |
| Who attached?
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| Who gon' answer? |
| Who gon' tax?
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| Who goin' outside and who comin' back?
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| Shit we both don’t know 'cause we both black
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| Shit
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| We matter, we matter
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| Hit me, I got that |