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In the ashtray, a couple of roaches from the blunts
Waiting for some message or for you to call me
We know we have other options
But you’re the queen of my contest

And you don’t let yourself be seen
You’ve got me going crazy, blowing up your phone
Maybe you don’t know what to say
For a little while, it’s not that I want to go back

When are you gonna let me see you?
I’m blowing up your phone
Maybe you don’t know what to say
For a little while, it’s not that I want to go back

I’m starting to lose my mind completely
Pretending to be a big shot
You’re ghosting me and I’m without a bat
You killed my pride

You broke the tie, you won my desire
I’m yours without debate
You who won’t let go of your phone and won’t answer
Give me an answer, it’s not to get tied down, it’s just for a spin
Without tying you down, I prefer you free

I already had you and it’s my fault our relationship is dead
I bet you kiss others thinking of me
Problems sleeping, I miss your moans
That emptiness you left behind
Is still intact, the expiration date hasn’t expired

And you don’t let yourself be seen
You’ve got me going crazy, blowing up your phone
Maybe you don’t know what to say
For a little while, it’s not that I want to go back

When are you gonna let me see you?
I’m blowing up your phone
Maybe you don’t know what to say
For a little while, it’s not that I want to go back

Give me another night to catch you up
I’ve got the streets on fire
But I never forget how it felt
When I had you inside

So, babe, drop that pride, this thing is yours
I dive into that thing, I hide it in the bud
Ask me, and I’ll contribute
If you don’t have plans, I’ll include you in mine

You know what’s up
Your mom’s favorite
With you, I’m going all in, strike
I’ll be a pastry chef and make you a cream pie

Maybe I’m bad, but you win me over
Today we can ignore all the asses calling us
We’ll show up tomorrow morning
In front of people, we’ll act like friends
I just want a little while, nothing more.