feat. Kendrick Lamar
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Hey little heartache, skipping out of town
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And let's stay out of trouble, you make it look good
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Hey young heartache, you're looking kinda charming
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Only caught the sack when nobody comes looking
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Hey, little heartache, turn us on the highway
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Let's get into trouble, you make it look good
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Hey young lover, let's live on the Broadway
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Take me to the bridge but be sure to come look
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Hey young heartache, you're looking kinda charming
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Only caught the sack when nobody comes looking
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Hey, young lover, turn us on the highway
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Let's get into trouble, you make it look good
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And there ain't nobody loving me down
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The way you make me go places I've never been
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And the places I should've known
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And there ain't nobody breaking me down
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The way you make me go places I've never been
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And the spaces that I should've known
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Hey little heartache, won't you leave your mark
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In corners of the dark where you make it look good?
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We've taken this too far
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But let me play the part where you should've stayed put
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Hey, little heartache, turn us on the highway
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Let's get into trouble, you make it look good
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Hey young lover, let's live on the Broadway
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Take me to the bridge but be sure to come look
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Hey young heartache, you're looking kinda charming
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Only caught the sack when nobody comes looking
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Hey, young lover, turn us on the highway
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Let's get into trouble, you make it look good
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And there ain't nobody loving me down
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The way you make me go places I've never been
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And the places I should've known
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And there ain't nobody breaking me down
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The way you make me go places I've never been
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And the spaces that I should've known
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In the late week I was in London
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I really wanna get into something
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But it's way too cold and I don't wanna feel that numbness
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And I just had a show and I wanted you to go
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But you had one too, I was wondering
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Are the time gods on my side? If so, God, press that button
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Stuck on a tall-ass bus, like 14 bunks and I can't even sleep
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And I hate getting drunk so I don't got a cup
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But I've got James Mason on repeat
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I'm tryina stay on that good thing, you know?
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Whatever song heaven would sing
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You know? Broken up alphabets
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How can I get this convo to stay comprehensive
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When the service is never working
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And the Wi-Fi is out of commission
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And I'm not short with you on purpose
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I'm a man of just few words
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If you like to chat, then in fact
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My job is to make sure you're heard
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Ms. Chatty, I'm like one message from calling a taxi
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Exactly, I'll catch a cold but as long as you match me
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It's actually a troublesome world when you think about it
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So admit it, we could both look good with it if you're the stylist
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Hold up
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They could, they could die, they could die, die
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They could, they could die, they could die, die
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You stay in that dank lounge, I'mma sit an decide
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And P.S., the Olive Oils always love the Popeyes, I guess
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I guess
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Looks Good With Trouble
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| Solange Knowles |
