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man on the road, he doing promo You said keep our business on the low-low I'm
just tryna get you out the friend zone 'Cause you look even better than the
photos I can't find your house, send me the info Driving through the gated
residential Found out I was coming, sent your friends home Keep on tryna
hide it but your friends knowI
only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I
only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the
real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when
it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it
when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When
I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe I'ma
let you know and keep it simple Tryna keep it up, don't seem so simple I
just fucked two bitches 'fore I saw you You gon' have to do it at my tempo Always
tryna send me off to rehab Drugs start to feeling like it's decaf I'm just
tryna live life for the moment And all these motherfuckers want a real love I
only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I
only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the
real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when
it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it
when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When
I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe Hills
have eyes, the hills have eyes Who are you to judge, who are you to judge? Hide
your lies, girl, hide your lies Only you to trust, only you I
only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side I
only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the
real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah I only fuck you when
it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it
when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When
I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe What
about love? What about love? |