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    Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy
    Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
    Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy
    Yeah

    Say I didn't love you, you know a nigga loved you
    Did you forget to mention?
    All the things I did for you, times I made a trip
    'Cause I know you hate the distance
    Baby, it's alright (it's alright)
    Go ahead and take your time
    But you gotta make your mind
    Make your mind up, ooh
    Girl, it's on you to tell me what you wanna do

    Ayy
    Tell me no, tell me somethin', tell me, is it someone
    See you playin' with pronto, must know somethin' I don't, uh
    Can't keep explainin' myself, feels like I'm drainin' myself
    I guess there's no one to blame but myself

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    Got a big Henny cup, I'll drink it with help
    I'm taintin' myself, I'm ashamed of myself
    I've been praying for myself like you used to
    Embracin' myself, like you two

    I know things is different, your name is different
    And as strange as it is, I'm okay with this
    And I can't say it different, never even met him
    Can't hate the nigga, although I hate the feelin'

    I gotta
    Although I hate the feelin', I gotta face the feelin'
    I gotta feel that shit
    Bury the feelin', kill that shit
    The only way to heal that shit, you know

    They won't hear a nigga talk that shit
    As trill as this, as real as this
    I'm feelin' like I still got this
    I give you more or somethin', until that's it

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    Composition: Bryson Tiller, Teddy Walton, Aaron Booe, and Joshua Huizar

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