I miss my cocoa butter kisses, hope you smile when you listen
Ain't no competition, just competing for attention
And you like, "I'm not on no games"
Well, baby, I been peeping, and you ain't been the same
Like, who been on your mind? Who got your time?
Who you been vibing with? And why I can't make you mine?
You used to be texting me, checking me, calling me your slime
And now you treat me like my worth less than a dime
And if we paint a perfect picture, we can make it last forever
And you're the only one I want to wear my orange sweater
I told you I am down for the worse or the better
But I keep sticking to you 'cause them four stupid letters
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