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Hopping off a jet Waiting for the text from my ex Check my phone, no text Oh well, girl, call me when you can I don't wanna flex on your man But my wrists sore Shook too many hands, made new friends Now they all talk like, "Yeah that's my friend" I could sit back and unravel my plan Girl from last night in my line with a fan Sorry I didn't get your call I was hopping off a jet Waiting for the text from my ex Check my phone, no text Oh well, girl, call me when you can I don't wanna flex on your man But my wrists sore Shook too many hands, made new friends Now they all talk like, "Yeah that's my friend" I could sit back and unravel my plan Girl from last night in my line with a fan Sorry I didn't get your call I was hopping off a jet They like, "Davi, where you at?" I be somewhere where you can't stay at And we kick way back You could get way back Davi, Davi, like it when the kids say that You can kiss my ass If you with me or without me, I got lists like that Ima get trapped with a bitch like that Pretty eyes ain't enough for the text "slide back" Sorry I didn't get your call I was, I was hopping off a- Size nine feet but I'm stomping out the yard In a thousand dollar pair of sneakers Topping off the Sangarita I told her I don't need her I don't need her I don't need her, when I meet her My heart rate jumped, make me jump ten meters But I kind of like it I kind of miss it I can't fight it so I'll tell her when I see her I'm changing my demeanor To a nice guy who can capsize under pressure A pint size to a flatline on a stretcher A path wide enough to fit all my love You got me feeling like an amateur You got types of nerve to cap on my words So give me your worst I wanna hit that curve If ima grab my bags with a cocky little strut Like I'm hopping off a jet Waiting for the text from my ex Check my phone, no text Oh well, girl, call me when you can I don't wanna flex on your man But my wrists sore Shook too many hands, made new friends Now they all talk like, "Yeah that's my friend" I could sit back and unravel my plan Girl from last night in my line with a fan Sorry I didn't get your call I was hopping off a jet They like, "Davi, where you at?" I be somewhere where you can't stay at And we kick way back You could get way back Davi, Davi, like it when the kids say that You can kiss my ass If you with me or without me, I got lists like that Ima get trapped with a bitch like that Pretty eyes ain't enough for the text "slide back" Sorry I didn't get your call I was, I was hopping off a- Hold my heart, only partly though Run fast up your cardio Chase you, how far will I go to get my heart back? Backtracked to when you fell back to my arms attached to your waist In fact, I got a hat trick up my sleeve Run back, make you fall in love and then leave Make up, said fuck you, stay in my dreams Can I get a fee for the rent please? Bought new locks and changed all the keys 'Cause I'm far from over it Got a new plane ticket and I'm tossing over it to an airline lady And I'm crossing over it Checked my bags, your heart's still holding it Take off, lift off, took off, wait no, I'm not done, still in love Like I'm falling out a jet Waiting for the text from my ex Check my phone, no text Oh well, girl, call me when you can I don't wanna flex on your man But my wrists sore Shook too many hands, made new friends Now they all talk like, "Yeah that's my friend" I could sit back and unravel my plan Girl from last night in my line with a fan Sorry I didn't get your call I was hopping off a jet They like, "Davi, where you at?" I be somewhere where you can't stay at And we kick way back You could get way back Davi, Davi, like it when the kids say that You can kiss my ass If you with me or without me, I got lists like that Imma get trapped with a bitch like that Pretty eyes ain't enough for the text "slide back" Sorry I didn't get your call I was, I was hopping off a-
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