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I'm picking up really sketch vibes |
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My woman's been telling me lies |
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About other men |
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About where she's been hangin' |
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Suspicious thoughts in my mind |
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Been brewin' up over time |
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"He's just a friend," |
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When to me he's a stranger |
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I can hold no evidence |
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But I can't think emotionless |
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And something in your choice of dress |
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Tonight can lead to just one guess |
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x2 |
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White Lies |
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You try |
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Can't blind my eyes |
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You got your red dress on |
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And you wanna play |
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Like I can't know things that I've never seen |
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It's been keeping me up every night |
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Most of the time |
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I toss and turn in bed and I try |
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Not to explode |
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When you arrive |
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sneaking through the door |
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I couldn't fight |
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like this something's mind |
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Yes I been picking up really sketch vibes |
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And I keep looking over at your side |
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Wondering where you been |
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Thinking that he ain't a friend |
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Knowing that thoughts are a sin |
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And so I'll say it again |
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x2 |
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White Lies |
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You try |
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Can't blind my eyes |
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You got your red dress on |
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And you wanna play |
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Like I can't know things that I've never seen |
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I'm picking up really sketch vibes |
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My woman's been telling me lies |
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About other men |
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About where she's been hangin' |
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x2 |
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White Lies |
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You try |
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Can't blind my eyes |
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You got your red dress on |
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And you wanna play |
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Like I can't know things that I've never seen |
