| Yeah-oh
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| Beach boy in this ho
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| Look
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| I’m done playing it cool
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| Finally got the balls to say I’m sorry
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| I’m done playing a fool
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| Like I don’t know what I did, I’m sorry
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| Once you got it all (Yeah, I got it all)
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| It’s like a simulation for you
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| Swear it’s not your fault (Yeah, it’s not my fault)
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| I was already this heartbroke before you
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| No more summer songs I can’t take it
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| Please don’t flip me off, you’re changing
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| Feels like Christmas Eve in summer
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| I can’t sleep, I need your number
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| Think fast, baby, is this what you really want
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| Diamond chains, diamond rings and Louis Vuitton
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| I’ve tried to be there when you’re all alone, singing songs
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| Try not to lose you even when you’re barely clinging on
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| Yeah, you need somebody that’s for you
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| Not somebody trynna just fuck and exploit you
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| I’ve been around the block twice, been on tour too
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| You’re the baddest girl I’ve seen in the world, boo
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| I’m done playing it cool
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| Finally got the balls to say I’m sorry
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| I’m done playing a fool
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| Like I don’t know what I did, I’m sorry
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| Once you got it all (Yeah, I got it all)
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| It’s like a simulation for you
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| Swear it’s not your fault (Yeah, it’s not my fault)
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| I was already this heartbroke before you
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| No more summer songs I can’t take it
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| Please don’t flip me off, you’re changing
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| Feels like Christmas Eve in summer
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| I can’t sleep, I need your number
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| Think fast, Pinchy, is this what you really want?
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| All this fame, private planes and any chick you want
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| No one gon' be there when you need them most or something’s wrong
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| They just gon' use you 'till they can’t no more and then they gone
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| Yeah, I need somebody that’s for me
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| Not somebody that don’t even know my story
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| I just want something real, is that corny
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| Tell you how I feel and you better not ignore me
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| I’m done playing a fool
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| I’m sorry
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| I’m done playing it cool
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| I’m sorry |