| Usually, I wouldn't give a damn |
| On and off every single year |
| Back and forth just to sex me good |
| I would leave only if I could |
| Lying in my group chat 'bout us, can't deny no rumors 'bout us |
| They don't know what love could do, crazy I'm still fucking you |
| After all the things I said that we were going through |
| I hate it here but I still pull up when you want me to |
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| Tuesday, you with me |
| Boy, make it make sense |
| Thursdays, I catch him |
| With some random ass bitch |
| Fridays, we sneaking |
| Boy, make it make sense |
| You say you love me |
| But it don't make sense |
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| So, you mean to tell me |
| You saw me, liked me, wanted me, chased me, got me, and then you fumbled me? |
| What? |
| You say you love me |
| But it don't make sense |
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| Tell me what I want to hear |
| Turn around and disappear |
| Feel like I ain't wanted here |
| But I like how you touch me, so I'll be back around for sure |
| 5:00 AM, boy, let's pretend we more than friends |
| Block me then request me, now it's up again |
| You trying to keep this on the low |
| Like I ain't have you begging me a week ago |
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| Tuesday, you with me |
| Boy, make it make sense |
| Thursdays, I catch him |
| With some random ass bitch |
| Fridays, we sneaking |
| Boy, make it make sense |
| You say you love me |
| But it don't make sense |
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| Tuesday, you with me |
| Boy, make it make sense |
| Thursdays, I catch him |
| Some random ass bitch |
| Fridays, we sneaking |
| Boy, make it make sense |
| You say you love me |
| But it don't make sense |
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