| My heart is dead, I’m such a fool
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| Why did I fall for you?
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| I gave it all for you
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| Roses are red (Check), violets are blue (Check)
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| My heart is dead (Check), I’m such a fool (Check)
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| Why did I fall for you?
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| I gave it all for you
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| Feelin' lost, don’t know what to do
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| But I just got some head in the back of my coupe
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| Still feelin' dead when I think about you
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| I can’t do a damn thing when I’m without you
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| I’ma take a trip to the past off the shrooms, off the acid
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| Then I’ll fuck a bad bitch
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| Uh, ayy, call me Young Savage
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| But I’m ballin' like a young Maverick
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| This heartbreak music is such a passion
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| I thought I left it inside the past-tense
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| You gave me your heart, it was made of plastic
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| No father-havin', I’m a bastard
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| At least I’m a rich one
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| You need a real nigga, you should go get one
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| So many hoes in my face, I could pick one
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| Make her pop it like a zit, huh
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| Roses are red (Check), violets are blue (Check)
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| My heart is dead (Check), I’m such a fool (Check)
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| Why did I fall for you?
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| I gave it all for you
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| Roses are red (Check), violets are blue (Check)
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| My heart is dead (Check), I’m such a fool (Check)
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| Why did I fall for you?
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| I gave it all for you
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| Say you want my love and I believe you
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| But every look you give, it’s like I’m see-through
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| Show me that you want me like I need you
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| And I need you, yeah
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| Say you want my love and I believe you
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| But every look you give, it’s like I’m see-through
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| Show me that you want me like I need you
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| And I need you
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| Roses are red, violets are blue
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| My heart is dead, I’m such a fool (Check)
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| Why did I fall for you?
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| I gave it all for you
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| Roses are red (Check), violets are blue (Check)
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| My heart is dead (Check), I’m such a fool (Check)
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| Why did I fall for you?
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| I gave it all for you
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| She let me on the loose
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| Love around my neck startin' to feel like the noose
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| All of the lies startin' to feel like the truth
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| At the end of the day, bitch, I’m not feelin' you
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| I’m sick of bein' ridiculed
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| You playin' with my heart, you made me look like a fool
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| This a tragedy, it may end up on the news
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| I don’t got no time for anyone, not these fools
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| No, no, oh, oh
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| At the end of the day, what are you gon' do?
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| Oh, at the end of the day, I don’t wanna be with you
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| Oh, at the end of the day, I’ma still keep it true, true, true |