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Who the fuck do you think you are. Coming around after a couple months making me feel butterflies and shit. Making me want to open wide and pop out a mini you and shit. Who the fuck do you think you are, been MIA nobody thinking about you, but when you show up to the party all eyes on you and shit, got a girl reminiscing about the candle lights and the times your we're down under: who the fuck are you, Prince Charming and shit? Lost and found way your back and shit? You think you the one don't you? But what I'm spitting ain't really about you. Who do I think you are? Letting my imagination go wild with every move you make, hoping it's all for little me because the world does revolve around me. Thinking everything you do is to love or hurt me, letting me mind decide who you are tonight - the one or the one that got away. I D K, I'm just waiting on you boo. Who the fuck are you?