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Fell in love through photographI don't even know your nameWonder if you'd follow backI hope to see you one dayI won't show my niggas nowI'II keep this one for myselfLove today's gone digitalAnd it's messing with my healthYeahDamn, I love your sense of humorYou don't get caught up in rumorsYou don't be talking 'bout who fuckin' whoAnd I notice the way you maneuverSexy, but never show too muchAin't heard from you in like two monthsAll of a sudden, you pop on my lineYou could make time, stop on a dimeI think you mastered the art of sublimeYour type is harder to findYou could turn water to wine, yeahYou could turn water to wine, yeahI think you mastered the art of sublimeYour type is harder to findYou could turn water to wine, yeahYou could turn water to wine, feel meNiggas be talkin' so slick (ugh)I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah)Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah)Can't see my heart, it don't fit (yeah)Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah)Too busy thinking what if (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah)Niggas be talkin' so slick (yeah)I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah)Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah)Can't see my heart it don't fit (yeah)Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah)Too busy thinking what if (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (mmm)Fell in love through a photographI don't even know your nameWonder if you'd follow backI hope to see you one dayI won't show my niggas nowI'II keep this one for myselfLove today's gone digitalAnd it's messing with my healthYeahFeel like I gotta say somethin'Thought of you got my heart jumpin'But I can't come up with nothin' (no)But I can't come up with nothin'I put it off for a dayI come back around your waySearching for what I could sayThat accurately could conveyThe way that I feel in the wordThat's different than what you done heardSo many done hit you wit gameSo many been sent to the curbAnd I did not come here to playAnd I did not come to observeAnd I did not come here to playBut I did not come to observeFeel meNiggas be talkin' so slick (ugh)I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah)Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah)Can't see my heart, it don't fit (yeah)Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah)Too busy thinking what if (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah)Niggas be talkin' so slick (yeah)I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah)Puttin' my heart in a click (yeah)Can't see my heart it don't fit (yeah)Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah)Too busy thinking what if (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah)I shoot my shot and it brick (mmm)Fell in love through photographI don't even know your nameWonder if you'd follow backI hope to see you one dayI won't show my niggas nowI'II keep this one for myselfLove today's gone digitalAnd it's messing with my health
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