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Bitches in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I’ve been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
Is happy with a good guy
But I’ve been drinking so much
That I’ma call her anyway and say
“Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had”
I say “fuck that nigga that you think you found
And since you picked up I know he’s not around”
(Are you drunk right now?)
I’m just sayin’, you could do better
Tell me have you heard that lately?
I’m just sayin’ you could do better
And I’ll start hatin’, only if you make me
And here in the gloom of my lonely room,
We’re dancing like we used to do.
Making believe is just another way of dreaming,
So ‘til my dreams come true,
I’ll whisper goodnight,
Turn out the light and kiss my pillow,
Making believe it’s you.