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heartbeat 2

Childish Gambino

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[Chorus] (2x)I wanted you to knowThat I am ready to go,HeartbeatMy heartbeatI wanted you to knowWhenever you aren't around,[Próxima Parte]I can't speakI can't speak[Verse 1]I know what your boy likeSkinny tie and a cuff tightHe go and make breakfastYou walk around nakedI might just text youTurn your phone over,when it's all over, No settling down,my text go to your screen,You know better than thatI come around when you least expect meI'm sitting at the bar when your glass is emptyYou thinking that the songs coming on to tempt meI need to be alone like the way you left meYou start calling, you start cryingI come over, I'm inside youI can't find you The girl that I once hadBut the sex that we have, isn't half badThe text say that "It's not fair"That's code for "He's not here"And I'mma flirt with this new girlAnd I'mma call if it don't workSo we fuck, till we come, to conclusionsAll the things that we thought we were losingI'm a ghost and you know thisThat's why we broke up in the first place, Cause[Chorus] (2x)[Próxima Parte]I can't speakI can't speak[Verse 2](Same Pattern)It's late night ThursdayI know that you heard meBut you don't want the same thingWell two can play that gameSo I'm chilling with my girlfriendBut she not my real girlfriendShe got a key to my place butShe's not my real girlfriendStupid, so dummySay the wrong thing and wrong girls come runnin'I'm paranoid that these girls want something from meAnd it's hard to make a dime go one hundredAnd my dude freakin' out over a worse fateShe on time, but she late for they first dateCause he went and tried out all new condomsSlipped off in a threesome, good problems?Right? WrongAskin' him if she gonna play gamesWith the super smash brothers, but none of them youI miss the sex when you kiss whenever you throughSixty-nine is the only dinner for twoI was wrong, but would you have listened to you?Uh, you were crazyI got a heart, but the artichokeIs the only thing girls want when you in that smokin' light[Chorus] (2x)[Próxima Parte]I can't speakI can't speak[Verse 3]So we're done? This the real shit?We used to hold hands like field tripsI'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dickI read his posts on your wall and I feel sickHe ain't cool, he ball and all thatBut he just a fake nigga who blog in all capsYou couldn't wait to dateI'm going straight for your thighs like the cake you ateI give a fuck about the niggas that you say you hateYou know that I’m the best when I’m a-ffection-ateI'm the best that you had, face itJ and Keyshia are related, racistI give you money, then you burn it, like you made offShe ain't a killer, but she'd fucking blow your head offI know he wondering, "What the fuck you hiding?"That we dated like raps about Bin LadenAyo, fuck thisAre we dating? Are we fucking?Are we best friends? Are we something in between that?I wish we never fucked, and I mean that

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