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Close friends! (close friends) Green ring!
You only post me where nobody seein'
Close friends! (close friends) Green ring!
Forty people know. What about the other thing?
If I'm good enough at midnight, I'm good enough at noon
Put me on the main, or I'm gone by June
I seen it. Green circle. Me in the back of the frame
Arm around you, laughin'. No tag. No name.
Then I check the main page, it's your cousin and a plate
Like I wasn't at that table. Like I ain't pay for what you ate. (damn)
I ain't insecure, I'm just good at arithmetic
Forty on the list and I know about six
So who's the other thirty-four you hidin' me from?
Or is it one. Is it just the one.
I met your mama. I fixed your sink. I know your fears.
And I'm a secret? After two and a half years?
Close friends! (close friends) Green ring!
You only post me where nobody seein'
Close friends! (close friends) Green ring!
Forty people know. What about the other thing?
You said "I'm private." Girl, you posted your smoothie
You posted your gas, your nails, and a movie (everything)
You not private. You particular. It's different.
You curate. And I ain't make the cut. I'm listenin'.
I ain't gon' beg for a square on a grid
But I know what it mean when you hide what you did
I been somebody's secret before. It ain't love.
It's a layaway plan on a thing you unsure of.
So here go the deal and I'm sayin' it slow
Claim me out loud. Or watch me go.
Green ring... (green ring)
Green ring... around my neck (my neck)
Take it off.
(PUT ME ON THE MAIN!)
Close friends! (close friends) Green ring!
You only post me where nobody seein'
Close friends! (close friends) Green ring!
Forty people know. What about the other thing?
If I'm good enough at midnight, I'm good enough at noon
Put me on the main. Or I'm gone by June.
East Atlanta, Candler Road. He sings, but over drums that would hold a rapper, and he says the quiet part out loud. Not a loverman. The one who tells you the truth at 3 a.m. and still means it in the morning.