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PERFORMING ARTISTS
praise.
praise.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
praise.
praise.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ttthou
ttthou
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Lyrics

Ay, boy, don't get too big for your britches Here, boy, okay? You know who this is I'm just saying what's happening to me I love you, boy You still wear my clothes (you still, you still) And I still wear your heart on my sleeve You still wear my clothes (you still, you still) You still, you still wear my- I don't wanna text you first, I figured an attached now Know my hoodies out there, I'm not getting my shit back now Tell me you love me, I say, "I love you," now we hurting (Baby, love me deeper, why you don't go past the surface?) Entertaining clowns, I guess I'm a part of the circus How many chances we get to realize we just not working? How many times you yell at me to realize it's not worth it? She watching me like, she like, "Why you gotta do it perfect?" I'm not good for you, this ain't for me, that's why we learn shit Getting rid of love, that's exactly why Usher burnt it Okay, the love is done, roll the credits, and grab the curtains I don't wanna see nobody hurting That's my favorite hoodie Does it remind you of where I should be? You're my favorite- I mean, that's my favorite hoodie You still wear my clothes (that's my favorite hoodie) And I still wear your heart on my sleeve (and I still wear your heart on my sleeve) You still, you, you still wear my clothes, you still You still, you still wear my clothes (ooh) And I still wear your heart on my sleeve You still, you still, you, you still, you You still, you, you still wear my clothes (ooh) And I still wear your heart on my sleeve I don't wanna text first, I don't wanna get attached You don't gotta give my hoodie back, don't give it back, no Baby, yes, I love you, but that's never been my purpose Love me on the surface, it's working, it's worth it Baby, if you're hurting just tell me Baby, if you're hurting just tell me I don't wanna text first, I don't wanna get attached You don't gotta give my hoodie back, don't give it back, no Baby, yes, I love you, but that's never been my purpose Love me on the surface, it's working, it's worth it Baby, if you're hurting just tell me Baby
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