| You know you fucked up, right?
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| Bye bye, wish you luck with life
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| But I’d be damned if, I let you manage
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| To bless that blade and keep taking advantage
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| Look man, yeah, you shook my hand
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| But that was back then, we’re not good, fam
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| I’m the fool 'cause I started to be cool with him
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| But I got schooled in the art of opportunism
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| I ain’t the only one that walked away
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| Look around, everybody gone today
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| You all alone with your empty chest
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| So bury the bones with any regrets
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| And keep those skeletons piled in stacks
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| Just drink your medicine, don’t bite your glass
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| I tried to make a difference
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| But the only thing that changed was I gave you distance
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| I won’t trust you again
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| Getting better at choosing friends
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| This time, the loser wins
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| 'Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends
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| I won’t trust you again
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| Getting better at choosing friends
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| This time, the loser wins
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| 'Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends
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| I’m not tripping, this just an excuse
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| For me to dig down a little bit of the truth
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| We killing time and time’s killing us
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| So I won’t waste mine tryna grip a grudge
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| But don’t twist it into what it isn’t
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| Don’t call, don’t write, don’t visit
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| I put you on ignore, you’re not the homie anymore
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| The only thing that you could show me is the door
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| Game over, yeah, who’s winning?
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| Save your gas, I refuse to listen
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| If you doing math, we doing division
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| Don’t even ask how I’ve been, there’s no you in existence
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| Go your way, I’ll go my way
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| And you keep going until there’s no one to violate
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| And I’mma remember your last impression
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| Thanks for that lesson
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| I won’t trust you again
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| Getting better at choosing friends
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| This time, the loser wins
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| 'Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends
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| I won’t trust you again
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| Getting better at choosing friends
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| This time, the loser wins
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| 'Cause I learned how to cut off the looser ends
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| Now I lay you down to sleep
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| I swear to God, you’re dead to me
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| If I should give you any thought
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| It’s just to teach self how to not |