| You too bad to let another man break your heart these days |
| You can't just be available to even talk these days |
| You said, "forever," but your clock ran clean |
| Same shit, now you're healin' |
| They don't deserve you, and I mean it, oh |
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| Say you needed space, but you're fillin' his orbit |
| Told me I'm the moon, but you burned my core with it |
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| Don't, don't tell me you love me, then fade |
| Don't, don't, don't play me for a fool in your charade |
| If you stay, stay close, don't stray, don't ghost |
| If you leave, leave loud, don't tiptoe, just go |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Just go |
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| Shadows on the wall from the candlelight flickers |
| Memories drip slow, syrup in the mixture |
| Your name in my chest, but the ink start to blister |
| Calling your bluff, girl, my heart ain't no fixer |
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| Say you wanted truth, but you lie in the quiet |
| You sparked the fire, now you can't deny it |
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| Don't, don't tell me you love me, then fade |
| Don't, don't, don't play me for a fool in your charade |
| If you stay, stay close, don't stray, don't ghost |
| If you leave, leave loud, don't tiptoe, just go |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Just go |
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| New York with the 22 wheels |
| Top down, and she feelin' the chills |
| Shawty bad, got her dressed in chrome |
| City lights and a penthouse feel |
| Brooklyn, where the vibe's too real |
| Walk round with a size 6 heel |
| Liquor in our cups, no spill |
| Late night when the city feel chill |
| More drink, we could party some more |
| New York got a nigga so throwed |
| Winter time, but your heart's more cold |
| Brooklyn, where them niggas don't fold |
| More drink, we could party some more |
| More drink, we could party some more |
| New York got a nigga so throwed |
| More drink, we could party some more |
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| If you stay, stay close, don't stray, don't ghost |
| If you leave, leave loud, don't tiptoe, just go |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Just go |
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| More drink, we could party some more |
| New York got a nigga so throwed |
| Winter time, but your heart's more cold |
| Brooklyn, where them niggas don't fold |
| Just go |
| More drink, we could party some more |
| More drink, we could party some more |
| New York got a nigga so throwed |
| More drink, we could party some more |
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