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- No Love
[Verse 1]
I hate going out, I hate coming home
I hate how you're never pickin up your phone, yeah
Just pick up your phone, yeah
I hate faking like, like we get along
I hate how everybody wanna do me wrong, yeah
Ain't even like mine songs, yeah
- put your records on
Three little birds sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same