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I see his thumbs workin' overtime latelyImmersed in a text you sent discretelyShe probably a cool chick, light skinned, prettyCome to think of it, she probably a lot like meIt's a low blow but I act like I don't knowYou used to stay, now you say you gotta goYour excuses are very originalBut you got no organizational skillsI get a text two seconds after you leaveObviously meant for her, not for meIt said, what's up, sexy' Are you gonna come through'Let a brotha know what a sista gonna doText me back, X X O OI miss your embrace, sideways happy faceOops, did your thumbs have a nervous twitch'You just sent the wrong text to the wrong bitchL-O-L, I text your cellyGotta spell out, go to hellToss you in the trashThen reduce you to an acronymW-T-F you replySongtexteI laugh so hard, I almost cryBeat you to the punch lineBroke your heart before you broke mineHow you gonna go and tryna play me out'Why you gonna go and fill my head with doubt'And clouds and shit, I don't wanna deal withAll stressed out shoutin', throwin' a fit, c'monHow you gonna lie, you're way out of this one'You think it might be time for a confession'You've left no room for any more fabricationBoy a cell phone could be a dangerous weaponNext time check if the safety's onTrigger happy fingers can expose the gunWhoa, what a tangled web you've spunNow it's on son, I'm about to have some funI make sure the I.D.'s unknownI text you back from another phoneYeah baby, I'm comin' throughI'll meet you on the avenueL-O-L, I text your cellyGotta spell out, go to hellToss you in the trashThen reduce you to an acronymWTF' You replyI laugh so hard, I almost cryBeat you to the punch lineBroke your heart before you broke mineL-O-L, L-O-L, L-O-LL-O-L, L-O-L, L-O-LI'm a kick back and watch shit go downWhile you're standin' waitin' for her to come aroundAn hour goes by and still no signSo you text her back, oh, one more timeWhere you at, girl' You said you was gonna meet meThis time you send the message correctlyShe writes back, dawg, you blew up your spotYou're talkin' 'bout a text that I never gotWho this girl you're talkin' to'Who this girl who comin' through'You're messin' with somebody elseNigga, you just played yourselfL-O-L, I text your cellyGotta spell out, go to hellToss you in the trashThen reduce you to an acronymW-T-F You replyI laugh so hard, I almost cryBeat you to the punch lineBroke your heart before you broke mine Aus Songtexte Mania