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letra de on read - pell

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[chorus]
done with the small talk, you throw the same fit
all that i hear, it’s the same thing
you say it’s my fault, i never listen
i was just thinking the same thing
playing the blame game, you’ve done it again
fact to fiction, it’s all pretend
i’ll just leave you on read, ‘til you out of my head

[verse 1]
on read, the metaphors spill out
it’s all the boy saw when the text message sent out
saw you at a penthouse so i had to pull my pin out
knew i had you on lease now it’s time to pull my rent out
the game i done been out, only call me when you need
a little more than i wanna give each week
paying the fee, cause my time ain’t free
i recouped it all, now it’s time to leave
selfish? i know. had to, let go
a couple goodbyes better than a fake h-llo
a couple long nights make you feel single
played the cards wrong now i’m yelling uno

[pre-chorus]
i feel like we already know, we been on this road here before (before)
i’m ready i’m ready to go, cause love don’t live here anymore, so

[chorus]
done with the small talk, you throw the same fit
all that i hear, it’s the same thing
you say it’s my fault, i never listen
i was just thinking the same thing
playing the blame game, you’ve done it again
fact to fiction, it’s all pretend
i’ll just leave you on read, ‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, head
‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, right?
‘til you out of my head

[verse 2]
the more that you speak, seem the less i know (know)
water me with lies, then the less i grow (grow)
you got something special
but it’s hard to see when you act so whack
never really tried to relate with you
guess i’ll take some blame for that
i don’t feel no shame for that
i’ll make my bed and lay in that
cause everything sweet, right?
shorty’s calling every week, right? right?
checks coming from the beats so my number is reserved
always booked never free, right? right? uh

[pre-chorus]
i feel like we already know, we been on this road here before (before)
i’m ready i’m ready to go, cause love don’t live here anymore, so

[chrous]
done with the small talk, you throw the same fit
all that i hear, it’s the same thing
you say it’s my fault, i never listen
i was just thinking the same thing
playing the blame game, you’ve done it again
fact to fiction, it’s all pretend
i’ll just leave you on read, ‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, head
‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, right
‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, head
‘til you out of my head, head, head, head, right
‘til you out of my head

[outro]
ain’t no need to text back baby, huh, just leave it on read, huh, yeah

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