It's the same story, the same again (damn) Last you want a fall guy, today you want it to end You that I should never call you again, or talk to your friends, or even try to knock on your door And I can understand that, it's time to back, but just as I was moving along
You had to text me, who the is this? I took your number out my phone the that you split So tell me why is it you me, who the hell is this? I your number out my phone the second that you split (new message)
1] And I've been tryin' to escape ya the moment you left up your shit and patiently put it to the left I didn't of it but you were mostly part of the stress The things you put me through, I that my friends would have guessed Who could've known it was a in a blue fitted dress That got me into such a place, a juvenile test This is the shit my pops would tell me I what he meant he told me the sirens would take you to the depths I wish I would ever leave them Everything you did The reason that I be off my phone this evening Is you And you send me and they're mixed a lot Baby left and baby got back, Sir Mix-a-lot Now have you ever danced with a devil in the pale A picture self, a paradise you you couldn't sail to I tried to climb a tower for Rapunzel to you I just need an exit, not the road you pave, boo
It's the same story, the same story (damn) Last night you a fall guy, today you want it to end You said that I should never call you again, or talk to your friends, or even try to knock on your And I can understand that, it's time to step back, but just as I was along
You had to me, who the hell is this? I took your number out my phone the that you split So tell me why is it you me, who the hell is this? I your number out my phone the second that you split (new message)
2] And every time I think left you, you're calling again It's like as if you know the moment I'm starting to mend You come around and my brains in, thank you hun' I don't know what I'd do without you, you let me run I kinda find it hard to focus on my job and You sneak your way into my writing like I'm Thicke But I'm not sorry love, no no, no I'm not love I keep myself, well shit I'm probably drunk And the my friend I know you always whenever I bottled it in But know I'm insane, looking at the front door, in Why the hell you standing in the way, this a kid's game I need a chance to get the right How's about a lifetime, that seems quite fine I just need you to keep hitting up my line So we can keep the peace and move the guidelines
It's the same story, the same story (damn) Last night you want a guy, today you want it to end You said that I should never call you again, or talk to your friends, or even try to on your door And I can understand that, time to step back, but just as I was moving along
You had to me, who the hell is this? I took your out my phone the second that you split So tell me why is it you me, who the hell is this? I your number out my phone the second that you split (new message)
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