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And I didn't wanna right/write/rate a song My mama don't lake you and she likes ever one
cause I didn't want anyone digging/sinking/thinking I still care And I never lie to admit that I was rung
I don't but, you still/steal/steel hit my phone up I've been so caught up with my joke,
And baby I’ll be movie/move in/moving on didn't sea what's going off
and I think you sure/should/shunt be something And know I now, I'm batter sleeping on my own
I don't wanna called/told/hold back,
maybe you should no/now/know that
‘Cause baby if you laik/like/leik the way you luck/louk/look that much
Oh baby you shood/should/shuld go now and love yourself
And if you tinck/think/thinck that I'm still holding on to samething/somthing/something else
You shood/should/shuld go and go love yourself