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I'm sorry, I know that you were hopin' To break something already broken Guess you make it a chance Cause in these days, I'm wasting your time And by the way, you're a shitty dancer I don't wanna say I love you Cause that's a little that a lot of cliché taboo Eye to eye, got me high Trippin' over my shoes On the concrete, got me sick like the flu Down for the count like 1, 2, 3 Everybody's falling in it, everybody but me Wait a minute, wait a minute I got somewhere to bе On the concrete, running causе I'm out of your league I, I just wanna mess up what we have, had Maybe you should listen to my dad, dad Stop pouting these days, you know it won't last Leave the past in the past, it's the past, bitch Don't call me, we've already spoken Think you can fix me, are you joking? Letras de cancionesDown for the count like 1, 2, 3 That's a little, that's a lot, too much for me Kinda thoughts on myself like "you plus me" On the sidewalk, uh, that'd be something to see I was looking at my phone, are you on your way? If you wanna book me boy, call CAA I move on fast, I don't really wanna play Get out of my way, get out of my way I, I just wanna mess up what we have, had Maybe you should listen to my dad, dad Stop pouting these days, you know it won't last Leave the past in the past, it's the past Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na I, stop pouting these days, you know it won't last Leave the past in the past, it's the past From Letras Mania