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eighteen
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Da, da, da, da, da, da-da
Da, da-da
Uh huh, da
You can't face me 'cause next year I turn eighteen
Moving out the country, making sure that you can't trace me
I been hitting so much, yeah, my mama call me lazy
She told me don't fuck with bitches, not until I'm eighteen
Now I made it, I can see the light of day
Yeah, I'm looking out my window and I see your pretty face, yeah
And I'm tripping 'bout your love, but I don't got no time to waste
Now I'm laying in my bed, it's like I'm sleeping wide awake, ah
It's like I'm sitting here for hours on my own
I be scrolling through my Instagram, just tappin' on my phone
"I don't like that too," I can hear it in your tone
She don't like my mood even though I'm actin' drone
Fuck
I can't fuck with you no morะต
I said that I'm an artist, I can paint you at my door
Yeah, she caught me undะตr pressure, I gotta pick up on my score
All these letters that I wrote you are just sitting on my floor
Yeah, I'll pick all of them up and I'll throw 'em in the trash can
I knew she was a fake, now she calling me her trashman
Yeah, my pain is on its way, she a joke just to my Batman
All these thoughts I can't escape, I just wonder what's happenin'
She be crying on my arm, please bitch, give me a break
It's hard for me to tell you you're my biggest mistake
And I can't even get you to stop calling my name
And I tell you these feelings, girl, they are not the same
As they used to be
'Cause you keep telling you friends that you're using me (fuck)
It's getting through to me
This the last time that I talk about you casually
It's like I'm sitting here for hours on my own
I be scrolling through my Instagram, just tappin' on my phone
"I don't like that too," I can hear it in your tone
She don't like my mood even though I'm actin' drone
Fuck
I can't fuck with you no morะต
I said that I'm an artist, I can paint you at my door
Yeah, she caught me undะตr pressure, I gotta pick up on my score
All these letters that I wrote you are just sitting on my floor
Yeah, I'll pick all of them up and I'll throw 'em in the trash can
I knew she was a fake, now she calling me her trashman
Yeah, my pain is on its way, she a joke just to my Batman
All these thoughts, I can't escape, I just wonder what's happenin'
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