| Just your flock, just your companians
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| Just your kids, just your cheeks
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| Just your neck, just your couch
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| And my perfume, and my beloved
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| And my breasts, and my beloved
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| And my love
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| Yeah, I’m drowning in my own genius, that’s what I’d like to think
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| That’s the attitude I’ve taken on these type of things
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| A man can never own a woman, he just thinks he does
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| Add it to the list of the dirty shit I’m thinking up
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| Just tryna lighten up your mood, but you prefer it dark
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| Soften all of the places up that were hard
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| Put a couple of my kisses on your birthmarks
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| I think you’re hiding who you are and that’s the worst part
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| I never wanted to own you, just your neck
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| Just your good moods, just your two breasts
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| Just the good parts of you and your perfume, baby
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| Don’t ask the sun to shine more like the moon, baby
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| Just your neck, just my couch
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| Just your perfume, and my beloved
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| And your wrists, just my couch
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| And my love
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| Yeah, I was just seeing double, you look like extra trouble
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| But I can see right through you like vodka, sneaking subtle
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| We spent some weeks apart, I couldn’t wait to see you
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| But I got home and it was different, I don’t believe you
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| You was out fucking him, you know that’s just the truth
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| Wanted to fuck with you, did not know you could be so rude
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| But looks could be deceiving, maybe you never see me
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| Maybe this all just is a movie and it’s just a screening
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| Maybe you wanted me and I don’t want you anymore
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| Maybe I fall in love with everything I should ignore
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| Just your neck, just my couch
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| Just your perfume, and my beloved
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| And your wrists, just my couch
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| And my love
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| Yeah, maybe it’s today, maybe it’s tomorrow
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| I’m really tryna change, I’m just feeling hollow
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| Some were made to lead, some were made to follow
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| I’m all up on Raya, tryna fuck a model
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| Because thinking 'bout you with him made me sick
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| I should really beat his ass, but instead, I took your shit
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| You always coming at me with some kind of weakness
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| I don’t need your secrets, I don’t need your deep shit
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| All I really need is
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| Just your neck, just my couch
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| Just your perfume, and my beloved
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| And your wrists, just my couch
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| And my love |