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SO YOU THINK HE WAS YOUR TYPE MY TYPE FOR A FRIEND, IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU SEE THERE'S NOTHING TO ME 'CUS I'M NOT A SLICE OF GINGER YOU THINK I'M A BEGINNER PLAYING WITH MY SOUL JUST SO YOU CAN BE WHOLE IT'S EASY TO SAY I'VE DONE THIS ALL BEFORE YOU KNOW I'LL NEVER GET BORED GIVE IT A WEEK, JUST A WEEK AND WE MIGHT ALREADY PEAK GOT ME SHAKING WHEN YOU SPEAK BUT I'M JUST OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE IMMA PLAY THE ROLE I'M NOT A PALATE CLEANSER FOR US BOTH SO YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE MY TYPE THE TEN PUFFS & I'M GONE, PRETTY BLONDE TYPE YOU SEE, THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME!