(Verse)
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I was young, I’m still young, this the past, right,
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We be making movies, let’s talk about what happened last night
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I was dwelling on these bitches like they mean something,
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Sexy when you’re mad, should I swear you mean something.
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Tell you you might be, but then head home,
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Trying to black you on my jack like the future in my phone
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She was bad, soft smoking, a freak,
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But out of the blue she changed, was deep.
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Let’s keep it real, I never tripped off your ex
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I don’t know why the bitches dial us when we’re texting
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Guess I’m setting for the entertaining
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Still I doubt before I shine, hearing it was raining
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I thought it was you, you thought it was me,
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Charging on the affilances and I thought it was free.
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Under different circumstances wish it wasn’t over,
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She was drug for my love, slowly starting sober.
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(Hook)
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You always have a choice, or at least we think we do
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We can always use our voice, thought this to be true.
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(Verse)
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So I guess you made your mind up,
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Watch you packing your shit it hit like time up
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We’re losing hours and you ain’t playing second
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In a minute you’ll be gone and the memories of you last on
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Try not stressing, shit, I’m lying,
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I’m explaining and you’re crying.
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How your friends single will give the best advice
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Shit, we’re comparing two separate lives.
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So imma ask you, and the clown, too
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We’re getting fucked up, I held you down, too
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What good is a movie with no bad parts?
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So we’ll be good in a minute, this is just the sad part.
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Gotta be here when it’s over and get to the credits
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Handle on the class, you all get the lesson
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Don’t want you as an ex-miss, I’ll probably miss your presence,
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I’m writing this in a text, but never sending the message.
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(Hook)
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You always have a choice, or at least we think we do
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We can always use our voice, thought this to be true.
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Choices
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| Tsu Surf |
