| Times like these afternoons
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| We find ourselves in two
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| Blinding lights and jewels might make us some fools
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| But I’m falling back for you
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| Don’t hold me back
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| Hold me down, don’t stop me
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| Don’t worry about it
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| You would ask for it, so I got you
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| I’mma' hold you down, not have your back
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| That’s hostage
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| I ain’t never wanna be no baller
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| I ain’t never really been so heartless
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| I ain’t never felt like I’m garbage
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| I stuggle to keep my conscious
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| Astray from demons and goblins
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| A ways from hustling and robbing
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| Oh, mobbing and causing problems
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| My issues is not your problems
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| And you’re not here to solve them
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| It hurts me to be so honest
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| Times like these afternoons
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| We find ourselves in two
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| Blinding lights and jewels might make us some fools
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| But I’m falling back for you
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| «Don't take me here, don’t give me that»
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| And you bought it
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| «Thanks so much, This too much»
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| But you got it
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| «This ain’t us, this ain’t love»
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| Is what my heart say
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| «Can't keep up, I give up»
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| Cause that shit pointless
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| Girl, you really want everything
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| Boy, you think you know everything
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| You really only want Johnny Bling To call your name
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| He got your chain
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| You hardly change
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| Protect your claim, huh
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| So you grow up and realize that I’m into real guys
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| I don’t think you realize that I’m into real guys
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| I don’t think you realize that I’m into real girls
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| And I hate the fake pearls, I hate the big house
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| I hate the fast cars, I hate the spotlight
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| I hate to walk right, I hate to sit up
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| I hate to get up
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| Who’s world’s your world
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| If it’s too fake to live in, so give up
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| Girl you really want everything
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| Girl you think you know everything
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| You really only want wedding rings
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| You called it off. |
| You called a bluff
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| It’s all the rush and I’ll remain stuck
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| Still love you my Lois Lane, Kryptonite
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| Fill my veins with joy and pain
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| Cause it’s all the same stuff
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| And it’s all the same bluff
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| Times like these afternoons
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| We find ourselves in two
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| Blinding lights and jewels might make us some fools
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| But I’m falling back for you
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| Times like these afternoons
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| We find ourselves in two
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| Blinding lights and jewels might make us some fools
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| But I’m falling back for you |