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How you go from text to email Talking 'bout the way that we felt? You fell, you fell (you fell) You fell out (yeah) You say that I'm a sellout (sellout) Well, now, what's good? Flashy cars, falling bras in my hands Just can't get over it, oh, my favorite soul's in there Summertime, gettin' right in my head Just can't get over it, oh, my love is gonna kill you I've been, I've been up in my room It's pathetic, I'll admit it, but to tell you the truth I've just been deep inside my head, and all that's starting to prove Is that you're never safe from work, guess it's best that I knew Leveled up on my budget, I'm still subjected to moves You're supposed to be by my side, you busy watching the movie You pick me up around noon, and I'm all out of good news Hope we get out of here soon We'll shoot a phony, you knew (okay) Back and forth, we stumbling forth They know what you come over here for, to bring me a storm I gave you all I had and more, you asking for more I wish we could have lasted for more, you cutted me short I got voices in my head, that wants to send me your neck And only 25% of my pain is champagne I'm insane, can't complain That's a name, run again 'Cause the fame like the rain We're contained, it's okay If it change for the plays Ain't no way, vote for me When it go, save my soul Take my hopes and my dreams Apologies are only valuable with details You always tellin' me, "Sorry, I know you mean well" You dead to me, I'm the same, I hope you grieve well You block my number, my social, you block my email That's okay, I know what it time it is You on some other shit, I think you sad with it Flashy cars (flashy cars), falling bras (falling) in my hands Just can't get over it, oh, my favorite soul's in there Summertime (summertime), gettin' right in my head Just can't get over it, oh, my love is gonna kill ya Which is one of my favorite singers of all time You know I don't see her enough, Queen Latifah Yo, what's up, babe? Yeah, I just hopped in the whip Man, don't even start with all that bullshit C'mon, there's always some new shit I don't know why you do this shit I give you anything you want, I treat you nice Matter of fact? You know, I'm 'bout to come to swoop you I'll take you anywhere you wanna go, c'mon Anywhere, you know? We can go to... What about Florida? Costa Rica? Yeah, what about London? It's nice to meet you, yeah Singapore, Bora Bora, and Dubai, bye