EB3N - Windy City

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It′s hard to explain If you my hand Then you sold the game We play Put it on everything Confident to swear to god I ain't shit But I think You should call up my phone And have a conversation It′s overdue and waiting And you can Count my trust out I know I knew that you would break it You'll probably say the same things 'bout me One day I'll tell you what is it Tryna find the words to tell you what it is Ignorance is preying on what it is But being a player won′t let you in Girl I can′t resist Shawty tryna kiss and tell You know that I wish you well I'm fucked up but you do it to yourself Can′t be alone you need somebody else Can't play my shit you tellin' on yourself But I already know that you hide it My phone don′t buzz when you typing baby Cause you be tryna draw me out With my lady Ooo Ohhh Things are never what they seem, I get it Before it was discreta flings Your sister caught me at 117 Why can't I keep a few things for me This ain′t shit that you supposed to see shawty You was reading into shit to deep Had you talkin bout some "what are we" shawty Never said that you the one for me Kept it honest I ain't mean to hurt you baby One day I'll tell you what it is Tell you what it is
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