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    Back to my old life
    (Damn, Pi'erre, where'd you find this?)

    Yeah, yeah, lovers nightmare (lovers nightmare)
    She's scared, who's gon' be there?
    She's scared, who's gon' be there? (Who's gon' be there?)
    Ayy, ayy, lovers nightmare (lovers nightmare)
    Ayy, lovers nightmare (lovers)
    She's scared, who's gon' be there?
    She's scared, who's gon' be there? (Who's gon' be there?)
    Ayy, lovers nightmare

    Gucci on me, yeah, all these ggs (g)
    Feeling like the president, they hating on me
    Spending all this bread, yeah, that real grilled cheese
    Baby, give me head, I've been stressed all week
    Thinking 'bout my ex get the best of me
    All these girls around, but nothin' like a queen
    Why did you leave like a deadbeat?
    Crazy 'cause now I'm alone with everything

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    Yeah, yeah, lovers nightmare (lovers nightmare)
    She's scared, who's gon' be there?
    She's scared, who's gon' be there? (Who's gon' be there?)
    Ayy, ayy, lovers nightmare (lovers nightmare)
    Ayy, lovers nightmare (lovers)
    She's scared, who's gon' be there?
    She's scared, who's gon' be there? (Who's gon' be there?)
    Ayy, lovers nightmare

    I need you right here
    By my side, I need you right there
    If you got these feelings for me, tell me, yeah
    'Cause I don't wan' be numb again
    Girl, you got me looking dumb again, I don't wanna trust this bitch
    I just wanna fuck this bitch, I don't wanna love this bitch
    Damn, she know how to work her wrist
    Busting all on her lip
    Fly her home, safe trip
    Fly her back to reminisce

    I'm probably gon' forget you
    Think it's best that I do, ayy
    You know I don't fuck with you no more
    Why can't you accept the truth?
    See, I been living right, tryna live this life
    Everybody's questioning me, ayy
    But you ain't got no cream
    No dreams
    No please, ayy

    I need you right here
    By my side, I need you right there
    If you got these feelings for me, tell me, yeah
    'Cause I don't wan' be numb again
    Girl, you got me looking dumb again, I don't wanna trust this bitch
    I just wanna fuck this bitch, I don't wanna love this bitch
    Damn, she know how to work her wrist
    Busting all on her lip
    Fly her home, safe trip
    Fly her back to reminisce

    I need you right here
    My side, I need you right there
    Yeah, tell me, yeah
    I don't wan' be numb again
    Hey, got me looking dumb again
    Hey, I just wanna fuck this bitch
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    (Damn, Pi'erre, where'd you find this?)

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    Composition: Pi'erre Bourne

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