| I’m tired of this shit
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| I’m tired of these silly ass games
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| I can’t even look at you no more
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| And I don’t think you’ll ever understand
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| Until you get a dose of your own
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| It’s your turn now
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| Crazy how I never used to say a single word
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| I just held in all the hurt, all this hurt
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| And I was so afraid you might flip out
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| And leave me in the cold
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| Then my mind ran out of space
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| So many stories I’m told
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| How would you feel
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| If I put my girls before the one I love?
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| How would it feel
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| If every time you wanna talk I turn the TV on?
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| How would you feel
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| If when we’re makin' love I don’t go down no more?
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| So you know how I feel
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| Get ready 'cause a three six O’s about to go down
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| Taste this
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| And let’s see if you can handle it
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| Just one sip
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| You probably choke on your own medicine
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| Taste that
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| Once you swallow then I got you trapped
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| No more runnin', no more hidin'
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| And if you try I’m still gon' find ya
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| And get you back, get you back
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| Listenin' to my conversations on the other phone
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| Got somebody followin' me when I leave out our home
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| And I am so appalled you take it there
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| When you’re the one who messed up
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| It’s like I’m sleepin' with the enemy
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| Trauma
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| How would you like it
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| If your girlfriend started playin' F.B.I?
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| And she was the one
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| You forgave when she messed up and spread her thighs
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| Plays with his brain
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| Started foolin' with ya money, your house
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| Your Benz, your friends, your work
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| Let’s see how you like it and take a little taste
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| Taste of your own dirt
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| Taste this
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| And let’s see if you can handle it
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| Just one sip
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| You probably choke on your own medicine
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| Taste that
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| Once you swallow then I got you trapped
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| Taste this
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| And let’s see if you can handle it
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| Just one sip
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| You probably choke on your own medicine
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| Taste that
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| Once you swallow then I got you trapped
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| No more runnin', no more hidin'
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| And if you try I’m still goin' find ya
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| And get you back, get you back
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| I’ve got to find a remedy
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| I’m sleeping with the enemy
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| He doesn’t know just what’s in store
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| So they call me a silent storm
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| And soon he’ll feel all of my pain
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| I’ll come for sun after the rain
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| Ain’t nothin' sweeter than revenge
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| To put this bullshit to an end
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| Let’s see what happens when I get a Lex
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| Let’s see what happens if I quit my job
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| Let’s see how you feel when I don’t call back
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| You can’t take it
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| No more runnin', no more hidin'
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| And if you try I’m still gon' find ya
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| And get you back, get you back
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| You’re not a man if I gotta tell you how to treat me
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| And I’m not a woman if I don’t stand up for what I believe in
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| Fifty, fifty it’s suppose to be
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| But less than twenty five is what you gave to me
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| No more runnin', no more hidin'
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| And if you try I’m still gon' find ya
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| And get you back, get you back
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| You hurt me so bad
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| It hurt me
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| It hurt me so bad
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| Now the next man’s gonna pay
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| For all your games
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| It’s such a shame |