| She heard the songs I wrote about her
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| Now she hates my guts
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| I’ve seen people trippin' less while they on angel dust
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| Either way you’d always say I’ll never be enough
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| Don’t forget that you’re the reason I don’t give a fuck
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| Drugs I’m tastin', cars I’m racin'
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| Cocaine laced it, still gon' face it
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| They won’t think I’ll make it
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| But bitch I’m bouta make it
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| I don’t think she love me
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| But in my bed she naked
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| Dyin' 'cause it hurt too much
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| Cryin' 'cause she hate my guts
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| She don’t care I’m in her guts
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| Shawty catch my angel dust
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| Drugs I’m tastin', cars I’m racin'
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| Cocaine laced in, still gon' face it
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| I don’t really got friends
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| I don’t really got you
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| Yeah you tell me that it hurts
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| But drugs they be helping you
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| Yeah you trippin' off of shit
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| Yeah I’m trippin' off of you
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| Yeah I’m all in your head
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| Yeah you’re all in mine too
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| She heard the songs I wrote about her
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| Now she hates my guts
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| I’ve seen people trippin' less while they on angel dust
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| Either way you’d always say I’ll never be enough
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| Don’t forget that you’re the reason I don’t give a fuck
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| Codeine up inside me
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| Bad bitch right beside me
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| Praying that the devil never find me
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| Shawty wanna fuck me like she like me
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| Why you wanna know shit?
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| I be on my own shit
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| Demons in my circle
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| Don’t get muthufuckin' close bitch
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| Wanna fly away, yeah
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| Just another day, uh
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| Thotty said she love me
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| Do not trust a word they say uh
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| I don’t think I know what love is
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| I think I’ve had enough of this
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| I don’t think I know what love is
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| I’ll just stick to my Actavis
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| I don’t think I know what love is
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| I think I’ve had enough of this |