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Believe me, it's me and you to the end Yeah, so nice I don't even know how it feels anymore, mm I don't even look at the bill anymore I can only tell 'em if it's my goal, if it's yours Mm, I don't even know how it feels anymore Yeah, yeah, oh, baby Oh, seems like I got to double back on a land mine No tags on my black Polo, cold neckline Spent a lot of dough, no small conversations Singin' what you are, she said, "Where's you escapin'?" You know who you are, you a star to me (You know who you are) Don't know what you want but I love your dedication You know who you are, you a star to me Dunno, got me me thinkin' bout monogamy Chicken chili when I gotta chase Six A.M. is when I got to leave Catchin' feelings, that's your hobby, right? I love chillin' with the common types Cut my palm on At least you got the riser right What's the odds you the kind I like? Bread, bread, bread, bread, bread, bread Goddamn, you gotta lay off them backwoods, baby From Letras Mania