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Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmm It's the fantasy of it all I keep waiting for your call In this digital world I'll be your digital girl I'm your freaky little pen pal It's so much fun until it's not Now I wanna feel your touch Then I think that you're a bot You remind me of a Juke joint, red seats, gossip, laughing Chairs a-folding, catfish blackened Hot sauce, white bread, mustard, soda Bag of chips, catfish, it's over And I think that you're a liar, that you got in too deep And I'm 'shamed for bein' foolish And you're just a catfish in hot grease (Grease) Hot grease See, we had an agreement I could hear your heavy breathing This game was fun when we were locked indoors Letras de cancionesBut I wanted more (more) I thought this could turn into somеthing true But I guess you werе just a digital boo You remind me of a Juke joint, red seats, gossip, laughing Chairs a-folding, catfish blackened Hot sauce, white bread, mustard, soda Bag of chips, catfish, it's over And I think that you're a liar, that you got in too deep And I'm 'shamed for bein' foolish And you're just a catfish in hot grease (Grease) Hot grease Think that you're a liar Think that you're a liar But I know But I know I said I know Think that you're a liar But I know But I know Lookin' at my reflection while I'm lookin' at these dishes All that I forgot ain't that hard to remember My peace is tested The piece in the kitchen No need for the man, no need for a mention I know my blessings And I been killin' this shit Remember this when you lookin' back Different (uh), different how they love to act When, when you kill that shit Shawty fine as hell, she don't need none of that Shawty gettin' that shit, no need to ask Buddha (ha) blessed me with a soul Buddha, shh It ain't what I, it ain't what I It ain't what I think, what I know Them boys ain't here, fall back (Fall back) Not like that, shawty Who got it like you? (Nobody) Lights back to back It's like what' new Can't you see these skies It ain't what I think, what I know All I see lies in you From Letras Mania