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Your eyes
Too many miles
Don't look at me like that
It's a star in there
It's your heart in there
We're making a comeback

Know you've got it
And I'm positive that I want you
No stalker shit, but I want you
Too many broads in California
What would I do?
Without you
You play your part so well, it's hard to tell

If I fucking hate you, oh, oh
I fucking hate you, I do, oh, oh
I fucking hate you, oh, oh
I fucking hate you, oh
Yeah, I fucking, oh
I fucking hate you

And I know it's nothing you did (I fucking hate you)
I've been talking to my demons (I fucking hate you)
And I need love from you (I fucking)
Why am I fighting with my best friend? (I fucking hate you)

Hate you, I doubt it
But my soul's conflicted
'Cause I want nobody else
You the one that I'm picking, baby

I seen some issues that I'm looking at fixing, baby
Put you on a plane like you on a mission, baby
I know you got bitches baby
That's the last thing to worry about
What do I worry about?

If you sleeping
What do I worry about?
Niggas creeping
Of course I worry about your mental
You're so special
You a star, heavy metal

Yes, yes I worry about you
I think I have a right to
I see your soul through your eyes
I guess you're socially mine
I'll never hate you, oh

I felt your aura from across the room
Shit ain't normal, baby, off these shrooms
In my room, she know what I do
600 pretty bitches, they came in a group (I fucking hate you)
Take off that T-shirt, you don't know where it's been
You doing too much, baby, just go with the wind (I fucking)
Baby, stay patient, bread in your hand (I fucking)
Million dollar trips to the mall with your friends

I fucking hate you
And I know it's nothing you did (I fucking hate you)
I've been talking to my demons (I fucking hate you)
And I need love from you (I fucking)
Why am I fighting with my best friend? (I fucking hate you)



Credits
Writer(s): Olivier Bassil, Tyler Brooks, Waseem Abou Heweita
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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