| She say my breath smells cinnamon-y
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| My lil fireball, got that whiskey in me
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| I recognise that it’s getting risky
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| You and me got this tricky history
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| It’s getting late, I shouldn’t drive
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| You say it’s best I probably stay the night
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| All we know is alimony
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| Sugar highs and the sweetest lows
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| I really wanna wake you up some more
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| A few texts, late night, twice a week
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| It’s getting hard to separate
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| The view from how we see it
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| I’m honestly conceited
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| Stay forever and I’ll believe it
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| You sneak this in over weak bitches
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| Thinking we lifted 'til my keys missing
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| I’m honestly conceited
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| Stay forever, I’ll believe it
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| Forever and I’ll believe it
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| Forever, I’ll believe it
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| Forever, I’ll believe it
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| Baby girl, waist don’t need no training
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| But that ass need some explaining
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| When it’s my task, it’s amazing
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| I need it morning night, never be complacent
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| Honest, my favorite girl never went to college
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| Had to take it down to the bottom for the dollars
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| Flipped this shit now, I should be a baby father
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| She the one really, that’s the author
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| Every word lately, just a page plagiarised from the drama
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| Got me second guessing other lovers for the comma
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| Like will she come back to bite me? |
| Likely
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| Would that be so bad now, me likey
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| If you would concede, that I do believe
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| That it’s something too, we
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| We could get back where we always should be
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| Knowing we not in each other’s territory
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| But, it’s so hard when I see you
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| Knowing that they all go out of their way just to try and please you
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| Fuck, I wanted to be more than friends
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| But it’s just not my luck
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| I’m honestly conceited
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| Stay forever and I’ll believe it
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| You sneak this in over weak bitches
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| Thinking we lifted 'til my keys missing
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| I’m honestly conceited
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| Stay forever, I’ll believe it
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| Forever and I’ll believe it
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| Forever, I’ll believe it
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| Forever, I’ll believe it |