Sesyjka <33333 

Hey sweetheart, wassup boo 
Whatchu up to? 
More club moves? 
I call her, no answer 
Her phone in the bag, she dancing 
Its four now, the clubs over 
I call her, but oh hold up 
Yall know what? ignore button 
Or the phone die, thats ?? 
That damier bag I bought her 
Caught the attention of those niggas on it 
That cellphone that I bought 
Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers 
So it leaved me to wonder 
Why do I still promise to love her? 
Cut me off every time im talking 
Which means she ain't never hear nothing 
I say "stay", she wanna leave 
She up on her car so I gotta be 
Ima let her be by herself in peace 
But five years from now I bet she see 
When the club gets played 
The things you crave are no longer escapes 
And no longing for dates 
You want a husband, but no one has a cape 
Now you wondering "wait" 
And I aint trying to hear what you wanting to say 
It feels good to be over you, babe 
So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate 
So play this shit while you contemplate 
So play this shit while you contemplate 

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