| I wanted you to know
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| That I am ready to go, heartbeat
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| My heartbeat
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| I wanted you to know
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| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak
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| I can’t speak
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| I wanted you to know
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| That I am ready to go, heartbeat
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| My heartbeat
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| I wanted you to know
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| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak
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| I can’t speak
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| I know what your boy like
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| Skinny tie and a cuff tight
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| He go and make breakfast
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| You walk around naked
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| I might just text you
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| Turn your phone over, when it’s all over
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| No settling down, my text go to your screen
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| You know better than that
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| I come around when you least expect me
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| I’m sitting at the bar when your glass is empty
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| You thinking that the songs coming on to tempt me
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| I need to be alone like the way you left me
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| You start calling, you start crying
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| I come over, I’m inside you
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| I can’t find you
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| The girl that I once had
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| But the sex that we have, isn’t half bad
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| The text say that «It's not fair»
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| That’s code for «He's not here»
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| And I’mma flirt with this new girl
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| And I’mma call if it don’t work
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| So we fuck, till we come, to conclusions
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| All the things that we thought we were losing
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| I’m a ghost and you know this
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| That’s why we broke up in the first place
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| Cause
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| I wanted you to know
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| That I am ready to go, heartbeat
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| My heartbeat
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| I wanted you to know
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| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak
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| I can’t speak
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| I wanted you to know
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| That I am ready to go, heartbeat
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| My heartbeat
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| I wanted you to know
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| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak
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| I can’t speak
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| It’s late night Thursday
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| I know that you heard me
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| But you don’t want the same thing
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| Well two can play that game
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| So I’m chilling with my girlfriend
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| But she not my real girlfriend
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| She got a key to my place but
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| She’s not my real girlfriend
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| Stupid, so dummy
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| Say the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin'
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| I’m paranoid that these girls want something from me
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| And it’s hard to make a dime go one hundred
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| And my dude freakin' out over a worse fate
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| She on time, but she late for they first date
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| Cause he went and tried out all new condoms
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| Slipped off in a threesome, good problems?
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| Right? |
| Wrong
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| Askin' him if she gonna play games
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| With the super smash brothers, but none of them you
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| I miss the sex when you kiss whenever you through
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| Sixty-nine is the only dinner for two
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| I was wrong, but would you have listened to you?
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| Uh, you were crazy
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| I got a heart, but the artichoke
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| Is the only thing girls want when you in that smokin' light
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| I wanted you to know
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| That I am ready to go, heartbeat
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| My heartbeat
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| I wanted you to know
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| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak
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| I can’t speak
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| I wanted you to know
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| That I am ready to go, heartbeat
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| My heartbeat
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| I wanted you to know
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| Whenever you aren’t around, can’t speak
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| I can’t speak
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| So we’re done? |
| This the real shit?
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| We used to hold hands like field trips
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| I’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick
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| I read his posts on your wall and I feel sick
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| He ain’t cool, he ball and all that
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| But he just a fake nigga who blog in all caps
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| You couldn’t wait to date
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| I’m going straight for your thighs like the cake you ate
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| I give a fuck about the niggas that you say you hate
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| You know that I’m the best when I’m a-ffection-ate
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| I’m the best that you had, face it
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| J and Keyshia are related, racist
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| I give you money, then you burn it, like you made off
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| She ain’t a killer, but she’d fucking blow your head off
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| I know he wondering, «What the fuck you hiding?»
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| That we dated like raps about Bin Laden
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| Ayo, fuck this
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| Are we dating? |
| Are we fucking?
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| Are we best friends? |
| Are we something in between that?
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| I wish we never fucked, and I mean that
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| But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin' awesome |