| I dissected insecurities and laid them on my lap
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| She’s worried bout the honesty that’s held by those who rap
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| But in a perfect world and life,
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| I might of felt this and refrained
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| Might’ve gave her all of me
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| and never played the silly game
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| I learned to play why mention names? |
| you get the gist
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| I admit, I broke the fences, trampled trust
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| fell to lust it’s a gift
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| I dismiss it as curse,
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| no worse than common thieves
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| The hearts in my possession
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| all the loss of those I need
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| And when I leave I return,
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| bridges burn do they learn?
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| I’m concerned with my universal state of karma earned
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| I’ve tossed and I’ve turned
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| ate the apple and the worm
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| And tequila shots they burned,
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| Counted the leaves off the fern
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| The petals they wilt and died
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| The night of tension they deserved
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| For the man to call to cry,
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| Filled selfishness and nerve.
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| Stay selfless and disturbed
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| Unstable and concerned
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| With that bitter self-esteem
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| You’ve returned
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| Baby earn, look…
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| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
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| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my person baby
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| Trust me? |
| don’t trust me.
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| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my circle babe
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| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
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| Players seem to form once that life take that turn, look
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| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
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| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my personal
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| Analyze what wasn’t meant to be, be free.
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| Free yourself from anyone who wants to hold you down beneath it all
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| I seen it all, I thought I did
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| Almost, almost never did.
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| Never did.
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| Guilt get the best of my secrets hid
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| I took them far away to that place I never visit
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| They beg for me to stay I pretend I’m so exquisite.
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| Comfortable with living barely scraping up these digits
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| Then they plan to dig a hole of unattainable forgiveness
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| But I have and they laugh,
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| They make jokes on my behalf,
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| Tell folks who never ask
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| Now they take scope my broken glass
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| Half empty, low on gas
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| I’m an asshole and bad dude
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| And I ask you just be true, and stay fake
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| A hypocrite with no fate
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| I gain space and travel far
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| Almost like a salesman,
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| I’m a failed man in a broken car
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| Wishing on that start of grand success
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| I’m a mess a ball of stress
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| And I guess I’ll never rest til the day I meet my death… yes
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| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
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| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my person baby
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| Trust me? |
| don’t trust me.
|
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my circle babe
|
| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
|
| Players seem to form once that life take that turn, look
|
| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
|
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my personal
|
| Trust me? |
| Don’t trust me.
|
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my person baby
|
| Trust me? |
| don’t trust me.
|
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my circle babe |