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My Ex Ask Me Where I'm Moving I Said 'on To Better Things.'

Word On Road Is The Clique About To Blow. You Ain't Gotta Run And Tell Nobody They Already Know

I Can't Even Find The Perfect Brush So I Can Paint What's Going Through My Mind. Racing 'gainst Myself But I'm A Couple Steps Behind.

No Strings Attached, Your Love Is So Wifi.

How Did I End Up Right Here Wit You After All The Things That I Been Through. It's Been One Of Those Days You Try And Forget About Take A Shot And Let It Out.