[Intro: Devon Hendryx and Miguel]
(I used to know)
(I used to know)
(I used to know)
(I used to know)
Uh, yeah
[Verse: Devon Hendryx]
This one girl told me real rappers move in silence
But I'm more like master P, girl, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
I never been in the games, I don't play, baby
But these squares need to try a new angle, XO, your PlayStation
Wrote my baby a letter on vacation
Signed sealed with love and a kiss from your biggest fan
No lie, baby, I know you never loved me
But this sadness got me feelin' born ready to die
When I cry, you cry, tеll me what's the purpose?
'Causе nothing hurts more than seeing beauty in person
Dear, Summer, I know your mission
And every time you come around, I feel like makin' wishes
You keep it efficient, never stray away from the script
And she always on the go, I'm bangin' out in the kitchen with that thirty pound raw
Twenty five for the mission, not a pot to piss in
Tell me, who's gon' do the dishes?
I used to think you was an angel with your wings clipped
Until you treated me like Jesus with that Judas kiss
Now I'm lost and alone at love's door, 'cause if winning isn't everything then why we keep score?
I got that summertime sadness
(I used to know)
(I used to know)
(I used to know)
(I used to know)
Uh, yeah
[Verse: Devon Hendryx]
This one girl told me real rappers move in silence
But I'm more like master P, girl, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
I never been in the games, I don't play, baby
But these squares need to try a new angle, XO, your PlayStation
Wrote my baby a letter on vacation
Signed sealed with love and a kiss from your biggest fan
No lie, baby, I know you never loved me
But this sadness got me feelin' born ready to die
When I cry, you cry, tеll me what's the purpose?
'Causе nothing hurts more than seeing beauty in person
Dear, Summer, I know your mission
And every time you come around, I feel like makin' wishes
You keep it efficient, never stray away from the script
And she always on the go, I'm bangin' out in the kitchen with that thirty pound raw
Twenty five for the mission, not a pot to piss in
Tell me, who's gon' do the dishes?
I used to think you was an angel with your wings clipped
Until you treated me like Jesus with that Judas kiss
Now I'm lost and alone at love's door, 'cause if winning isn't everything then why we keep score?
I got that summertime sadness
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