| You did a lot to me
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| But luckily I kept my sanity through it all
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| Reality’s I proved you wrong
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| You were a liar, so now I’m movin' on
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| And you’re stuck in a position
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| Where you hate your reflection
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| And I predicted every thang before it came to fruition
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| Just a flame in the distance, picture frame, no existence
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| All the games that consisted
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| Of fireplay just convinced me, to reconsider the picture painted was tainted,
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| suspicious
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| And I can never go back to that shit
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| I’ll never spark interest, no matter the matches
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| All I wanna do is lay spread out on a mattress
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| All by myself, I don’t care how great the catch is
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| Do you know what it’s like
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| To be woven so tight
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| You can’t open your arms
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| To love a hoe in your sight?
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| 'Cause I do and I’ma live alone in this life
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| I’ma die alone too, holdin' this mic
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| I don’t wanna play games, it’s over
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| This has been gone since October
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| And now we’re marching into April
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| The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal
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| I don’t wanna play games, it’s over
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| This has been gone since October
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| And now we’re marching into April
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| The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal
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| How many times do I gotta say this, in the same cadence
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| That’s it’s over and we’ll remain strangers
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| I closed the chapter, burned the pages
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| 'Cause I kept gettin' paper cuts
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| You’ll never have my child, 'cause I never gave a fuck
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| You ain’t a friend, a girlfriend, a bad one
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| I remember the days back when I had one
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| And that one was like a Magnum handgun
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| Aimed at the back of my head, and held me for ransom
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| You were a nightmare, that gave me these nightsweats
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| Dressed in a white dress, oppressive, and I’m stressed
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| The questions that I get, too many to digest
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| I shoulda studied harder, it feels like my night test
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| The evil inside just, comes out you in times since
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| This is just toxic, you don’t need a seeing iris
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| To see through the lies, that you recite while you cry tears
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| This is virus, that’ll just kill us, so bye, bitch!
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| I don’t wanna play games, it’s over
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| This has been gone since October
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| And now we’re marching into April
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| The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal
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| I don’t wanna play games, it’s over
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| This has been gone since October
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| And now we’re marching into April
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| The joke’s on you, and I hope it’s fatal
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| Yet to come… |