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Going throughTell me what you're going through'Cause I know the truthAnd I don't plan on leaving youUnless you flake meDon't do that you treeshI don't understandWhy you don't have manGoing through
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Oh yeah-yuhI wanna hear about shit for laterTook the time, stop being a playerSo don't tell me, not being a waiterServe me gushy, you my waitressI want a wife, not calling a mistressShe hit my phone, I know that you miss dickI hit her phone, I know that you miss this
Turning your ticksTo serving you dick, aye ayeLoving our mixTell me you trick, why lateTo my functionI never hurdled your shitYou runnerOne loverTwo loversCan you fucking tell me something
Tell me, tell me, tell meWhat you're going throughTell me, tell me, tell me'Cause I know it's youTell me, tell me, tell me'Cause I needed youTell me, tell me, tell meGo tell oh, oh you better tell me
Your bodies'Cause I really, really love you, WallahiI know it's real love, no battyHer count a little higher, but why meBitch why lie'Cause I don't give a fuck, why notCan you tell meCan you tell meI just wanna know
Going throughTell me what your going through'Cause I know the truthAnd I don't plan on leaving youUnless you flake meDon't do that you treeshI don't understandWhy you don't have manGoing through
