[Verse 1]
I'm tired, losing my mind
All outside the lines
Love when we touch, yeah
Need ya, yeah
I'm tied, hands to my back
Missing all that
Love when we touch, yeah
Need ya, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm talking friends that are fake, job that you hate
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, I'm talking calling every day, bills that are late
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
2 AM, you right here in my lap, seeing those tears in your eyes
'Cause you putting up a picket fence, me and you
Even then, we're no good at goodbyes
So we just keep telling lies
You don't wanna let down your guard
I don't wanna beg for your heart
I'm just gon' sit and play my part for you, you
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm talking friends that are fake, job that you hate
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, I'm talking calling every day, bills that are late
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm tired, losing my mind
All outside the lines
Love when we touch, yeah
Need ya, yeah
I'm tied, hands to my back
Missing all that
Love when we touch, yeah
Need ya, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm talking friends that are fake, job that you hate
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, I'm talking calling every day, bills that are late
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
2 AM, you right here in my lap, seeing those tears in your eyes
'Cause you putting up a picket fence, me and you
Even then, we're no good at goodbyes
So we just keep telling lies
You don't wanna let down your guard
I don't wanna beg for your heart
I'm just gon' sit and play my part for you, you
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm talking friends that are fake, job that you hate
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, I'm talking calling every day, bills that are late
Counting all things on your plate getting in my way
Yeah, I'm always out in LA tryna make a play
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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