| Gone to love another. |
| And now gone a little further you’re gone
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| Yeah. |
| Yeah, yeah. |
| You’re gone
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| You’re gone. |
| Yeah, yeah you’re gone
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| How could I not have seen this coming
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| Not even a feeling, something?
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| A warning sign, cause this beyond some borderline frontin'
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| Hysterical blindness, straight starin' at eyelids
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| Face buried in the closet now, I’ll burn this bitch down
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| Think fast, then exhale, nigga turn your shit round
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| Face me, explain. |
| You get the urge to spilt town?
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| Gotta life, Pittsburgh, somethin' I missed now?
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| Pardon me, I’m perturbed. |
| I’m cool. |
| I’ll sit
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| How many times you been with her? |
| How’s the sex, similar?
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| Nah. |
| Probably if it was you wouldn’t be hittin' her
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| Dumb question, right?
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| So listen, got advice
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| What’d you do in my position (huh?), in the kitchen there’s a knife
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| Don’t worry bout the blood, I’ll only stick you twice
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| In the heart then the jugular. |
| shit
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| I’m your wife you little fucker
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| Damn, my mother was right
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| I grab the burner then I (blocka, blocka). |
| Say goodnight you sucka
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| Rock-a-bye baby
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| Shit. |
| Bitch why you shoot me?
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| Goddamn, I’m bleeding profusely
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| Hold on, wait a minute. |
| Let me talk
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| Put the fuckin' gun down I’ll tell you what’s up There’s a lot of things going on that you wasn’t telling me
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| I’m insecure so of course that lead to infidelity
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| Too many male friends, everybody calling you
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| 2am, 3am, what the fuck is wrong with you?
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| And you expect me to stand here faithful?
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| You don’t respect me, bitch I hate you
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| And for the record her pussy was wetter, gave head better, made more cheddar
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| Shoulda packed my bags when I had the chance
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| But I got greedy hoped you save the last dance
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| But fuck it. |
| It is what it is, oh well
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| Bitch I wish you ill, I’ll see you in hell |