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Ay I'm sick of you crying I'm sick of me lying I'm sick of the ways we could've been I'm sick of these thoughts Way back when I'm lost You're telling me how I should've been Good advice Ain't been in my shoes Calling my sins out now, baby Calling my ways out now but wei shen me (yeah) Money money baby That's all we could all be lately Don't stop we could both be wasted Push your body on me and waste some time Now you're taking my air When I'm around they stop & stare I don't want 20% of my cuts I want you 20% of my love I've wasted my time You turned to my right I'm paralyzed Stuck in my lies Still can't decide If I want you one, two, three, four, five, six, seven times I'm at a Payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone baby it's all wrong We could be something we just don't know So tell your boyfriend he'll be staying home No need to overthink we're skin and bones I keep your drunk texts on my telephone "Marvin sini come pick me I'm alone" oh (let's go) You turned your back on tomorrow Now you can't pay me to stay I gave you my love to borrow Now all you are is a lay You can't expect me to be fine This city knows our affair 2:45 You can't decide You be at Camden with tears on your eyes (And away we go) I'm a wicked man but please understand I don't do this shit to go faster I'm a lover man you can't comprehend if I stayed that way you'll leave faster Three besties? I want all of it Disloyalty? I want none of it I'm in Paris baby pack all your things, yeah I'm at a Payphone trying to call home All of my change I spent on you Where have the times gone baby it's all wrong We could be something we just don't know So tell your boyfriend he aint staying home No need to overthink we're skin and bones I keep your drunk texts on my telephone "Marvin sini come pick me I'm alone" We could be something today Baby u know where to find me yeah Book a first class to LA I miss your taste I'll be obvious I know you wish I would've stayed Trust me I'm weighed down by conscience But sooner or later you'll find me not picking my phone and that's when you'll come running to A list of guys you been holding on to in case you feel you got played Your plan Bs and your plan Cs, your besties can't wait But just because I'm bored of this for one week don't mean I won't be there When he's asking you to rate how he fared, you're my home baby don't make me swear, yeah Ay
Writer(s): Marvin Prayogo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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