Can’t even hang out with friends
Wit out ya blowin up my phone
Why you all in my ear
Like where am I and when am I coming home
Why you listening to your friends? They dont wanna see us be.
Boy You better take it slow
Or i’ll be history
You’ve got to give me my space
So quick to calling my name
Boy you better recognize
My love is one of a kind
You drive me up to the ceiling
Boy there’s no need for the screaming you know that you are my world
But im sick and tired of the
Wit out ya blowin up my phone
Why you all in my ear
Like where am I and when am I coming home
Why you listening to your friends? They dont wanna see us be.
Boy You better take it slow
Or i’ll be history
You’ve got to give me my space
So quick to calling my name
Boy you better recognize
My love is one of a kind
You drive me up to the ceiling
Boy there’s no need for the screaming you know that you are my world
But im sick and tired of the
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