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Graham Stiefel
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Lost a couple guy friends to a couple girlfriends
If I had it my way, we would talk in person
Talk about the crime rate living in suburbans
Want the real thing, not another version
I'm like "Did you even call, call, call?"
Never did no wrong, you think you know it all, all, all
Not a problem 'bout it, I heard 'em all, all, all
But I hate to see you fall, fall, fall
Yeah, aye
Why you gotta play it like this?
You know where it's going but you never really meant it
Why you roll a fake id?
When you got no idea how to deal with commitment
Aye, you got no idea
You got no idea how I am feeling
Yeah
No idea and we still ain't speaking
Lost a couple guy friends to a couple girlfriends
If I had it my way, we would talk in person
Talk about the crime rate living in suburbans
Want the real thing, not another version
Lost a couple guy friends to a couple girlfriends
If I had it my way, we would talk in person
Talk about the crime rate living in suburbans
Want the real thing, not another version
Aye, you got no idea
You got no idea how I am feeling
Yeah
No idea and we still ain't speaking
24-7 is was ASAP, see you in the next week
I'mma gonna let the text speak move onto the next scene, yo
Post it just to text me, do you even see me?
Put me on a CC, woah
Last summer you went MIA
I ain't begging you to stay
Never knew that you would change, yeah
Okay, I wrote about a silhouette
Baby I got nothing left, oh
Lost a couple guy friends to a couple girlfriends
If I had it my way, we would talk in person
Talk about the crime rate living in suburbans
Want the real thing, not another version
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