| I doubt that this is love
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| But I don’t got enough of it
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| A fever when it comes
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| A fever when it doesn’t hit
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| I got a couple hundred dollars, but nobody to call
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| I got a couple hundred dollars, but nobody to call
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| Blacked out, lit up, no sleep in my system
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| Misspelled my own name, passwords well I guessed em
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| Maxims, well I test em, bedroom just closing in
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| Yesterday’s too distant, write it down so I don’t forget
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| I said I-I I’ve got some missed calls, oversights
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| Messages that I’ll never get, pitfalls of a broken life
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| Texted him, no supply, waiting on shit to level off
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| Swear if I spill it I’ll make sure to save it up off the carpet I plan to be
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| taking off
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| Indigo shades, windows all tinted
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| It’s just a phase that maybe I’ll finish
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| Went from minimum wage to maybe no limit
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| I’m just afraid that my cynical ways might mean that I won’t be ending the
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| sentence
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| I doubt that this is love
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| But I don’t got enough of it
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| A fever when it comes
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| A fever when it doesn’t hit
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| I doubt that this is love
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| Feeling more like suffering
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| Cause even when it comes
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| And even when it doesn’t hit
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| I got a couple hundred dollars, but nobody to call
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| I got a couple hundred dollars, but nobody to call
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| Guess I’ll be blowing it all (x9)
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| White teeth, real gold, head spinning like real slow
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| Wake me up at 10, 20s in my billfold
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| Got me with that steel toe, should have known there’s a price to pay
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| Might be why I feel so fucked up like any time of day
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| I mean I-I I’ve got some deadlines, concerns
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| Asking me about how I’ve been, said fine but I’m unsure
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| Next line on the curb, you could say that that’s desperate
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| But panic been seizing my chest, I’ve been pressed to the ceiling,
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| I’m needing a sedative
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| Spinning in place, wanting a respite
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| Point that I break, not gonna respect it
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| Yeah I’m in LA, but my mind is in Texas
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| Like fuck it but what can I say when nothing remains out of the question
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| I doubt that this is love
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| But I don’t got enough of it
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| A fever when it comes
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| A fever when it doesn’t hit
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| I got a couple hundred dollars, but nobody to call, call
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| I got a couple hundred dollars, but nobody to call
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| Guess I’ll be blowing it all (x9)
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| Blowing it all (x8) |