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    You can taste the dishonesty
    It's all over your breath as you pass it off so cavalier
    But even that's a test
    Constantly aware of it all
    My lonely ear
    Pressed against the walls of your world

    Prayin' to catch you whispering
    I'm prayin' you catch me listening
    I'm prayin' to catch you whispering
    I'm prayin' you catch me
    I'm prayin' to catch you whispering
    I'm prayin' you catch me listening
    I'm prayin' you catch me

    Nothing else ever seems to hurt
    Like the smile on your face
    When it's only in my memory
    It don't hit me quite the same
    Maybe it's a cause for concern
    But I'm not at ease
    Keeping my head to the curb

    Prayin' to catch you whispering
    I'm prayin' you catch me listening
    I'm prayin' to catch you whispering
    I'm prayin' you catch me
    I'm prayin' you catch me

    Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
    Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
    Back up, they don't love you like I love you
    Step down, they don't love you like I love you
    Can't you see there's no other man above you?
    What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
    Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
    Oh, down, they don't love you like I love you

    Something don't feel right
    Because it ain't right
    Especially comin' up after midnight
    I smell your secret, and I'm not too perfect
    To ever feel this worthless
    How did it come down to this?
    Going through your call list
    I don't wanna lose my pride, but I'ma fuck me up a bitch
    Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun
    There's something that I'm missing
    Maybe my head for one

    What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?
    Jealous or crazy?
    Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately
    I'd rather be crazy

    Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
    Slow down, they don't love you like I love you
    Back up, they don't love you like I love you
    Step down, they don't love you like I love you
    Can't you see there's no other man above you?
    What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
    Hold up, they don't love you like I love you
    Slow down

    Oh it is such a shame
    You let this good love go to waste
    I always keep the top tier, 5 star
    Backseat lovin' in the car
    Like make that wood, like make that wood
    Holly like a boulevard

    What's worse, lookin' jealous or crazy?
    Jealous or crazy?
    Or like being walked all over lately
    Walked all over lately
    I'd rather be crazy

    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    No no, hell nah

    He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up
    Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you
    Me and my ladies sip my D'Ussé cup
    I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
    Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
    I ain't thinking 'bout

    Middle fingers up, put them hands high
    Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
    Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
    I ain't thinking 'bout you

    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    I ain't sorry
    I ain't thinking 'bout you
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    Sorry, I ain't sorry
    No no, hell nah

    Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
    Today I regret the night I put that ring on
    He always got them fucking excuses
    I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
    I left a note in the hallway
    By the time you read it, I'll be far away
    I'm far away
    But I ain't thinking 'bout nobody
    Let's have a toast to the good life
    Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
    Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
    We gon' live a good life
    Big homie better grow up
    Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
    I see them boppers in the corner
    They sneaking out the back door
    He only want me when I'm not there
    He better call Becky with the good hair
    He better call Becky with the good hair

    Don't hurt yourself

    Who the fuck do you think I am?
    You ain't married to no average bitch boy
    You can watch my fat ass twist boy
    As I bounce to the next dick boy

    And keep your money, I got my own
    Get a bigger smile on my face, being alone
    Bad motherfucker, God complex
    Motivate your ass call me Malcom X
    Yo operator, or innovator
    Fuck you hater, you can't recreate her no
    You'll never recreate her no, hero

    We just got to let it be
    Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
    You just got to let it be
    Let it be, let it be, let it be

    When you hurt me, you hurt yourself
    Try not to hurt yourself
    When you play me, you play yourself
    Don't play yourself
    When you lie to me, you lie to yourself
    You only lying to yourself
    When you love me, you love yourself
    Love God herself

    We just got to let it be
    Let it be, let it be, let it be baby
    Hey baby, who the fuck do you think I am?
    I smell that fragrance on your Louis V boy
    Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy
    Tonight I'm fucking up all your shit boy

    Beautiful man, I know you're lying
    Beautiful man, I know you're lying

    Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess
    Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
    I'm so reckless
    When I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
    I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
    My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
    You mix that negro with that Creole
    Make a Texas bama
    I like my baby heir with baby hair
    And afros
    I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
    Earned all this money
    But they never take the country out me
    I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag

    I see it, I want it
    I stunt, yellow-bone it
    I dream it, I work hard
    I grind 'til I own it
    I twirl on them haters, albino alligators
    El Camino with the seat low
    Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
    Sometimes I go off (I go off)
    I go hard (I go hard)
    Get what's mine (take what's mine)
    I'm a star (I'm a star)
    Cause I slay (slay)
    I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
    All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay)
    We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay)
    We slay (okay), I slay (okay)
    I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay)
    Okay, okay, okay, okay
    Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
    Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
    Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay
    Slay trick, or you get eliminated

    Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
    Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation
    You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
    Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

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