| I really hate to be like this but,
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| I gotta let you know, that I don’t care.
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| I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow
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| and I won’t care.
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| I really hate to be like this but,
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| I gotta let you know, that I don’t care.
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| I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow
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| and I won’t care.
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| I’m gonna be straight up
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| like a column, they wanna grind and dance
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| for that thing in ya pants,
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| You know ya wallet, The hoe’s high mileage
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| and if she get the chance she’d put a stamp on more balls than Spalding.
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| Whats a romance thats symbolic.
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| So we made the headboard go back n forth like it had hydraulics.
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| she wants me to come, out of pocket,
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| I’m down for boot knocking but not shoe shopping
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| yo, please be cautious
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| I’m a heartbreaker babe,
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| gave her a difibulator for valentines day
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| She swears I’ll change but the truth is
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| i’m a stay that old dog with new tricks and you miss,
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| were gifted with angelic precision
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| that made me religious to visits at parenthood clinics
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| B*****s gonna love this track,
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| it aint about them but they got home girls like that, ya.
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| I really hate to be like this but,
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| I gotta let you know, that I don’t care.
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| I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow
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| and I won’t care.
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| I really hate to be like this but,
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| I gotta let you know, that I don’t care.
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| I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow
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| and I won’t care.
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| It went down like this
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| drink in hand against the wall lit
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| observing suicide virgins and lipstick alcoholics
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| body’s beautiful but minds out past there curfew
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| it’s nothing unusual
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| just chicken heads with bird flu
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| his famous lines
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| «girl I’ll never hurt you»
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| and with her faintest sigh she opens her thighs and pursues.
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| afraid of rejection and scared to say NO.
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| flash the message everything that glitters ain’t gold
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| get to full of yourself you’ll break your halo
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| knock the stuffing out ya eggroll
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| talking.
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| «I'm not a hoe"and I’m like «if ya say so»
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| it’s a dead giveaway when you got mt. |
| hood dripping out ya nasal.
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| a woman scorned will tan until she’s orange
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| and starve herself until you can see her ribs form.
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| i’m sure it’s the little things that make you insecure as hell.
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| so I ask you
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| «how can I care when you don’t care about yourself?»
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| I really hate to be like this but,
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| I gotta let you know, that I don’t care.
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| I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow
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| and I won’t care.
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| I really hate to be like this but,
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| I gotta let you know, that I don’t care.
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| I never really liked you much and I hope that you die slow
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| and I won’t care.
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| God made life simplistic
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| in the truce someone cuff their fist
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| seducing me with lipstick two tongues and luscious lips
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| it’s sadistic…
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| I don’t know the truth, but I trust this kiss
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| even though I hit it you don’t love me
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| cupid must of missed
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| sentences build heaps, your sentiments still cheap
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| put your 2 cents, in these sensitive silk sheets
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| I grip your shed skin, heart though tense of it still beats
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| she treads on every second that I held in
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| hells been in your eyes and I painted with ink
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| on the inside of my eyes to see the devil when I blink.
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| she being strange or clever
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| every lie through bellowed breath
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| in front of snakes we came together eating fruit the willow hexed
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| becoming vain is better than to kill your silhouette
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| but those fallen angel feathers haven’t filled my pillows yet
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| I sleep on issues, those demons seem to miss you
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| I’m to nice it seems you someone to beat and pimp you
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| Eden’s blissful, why is it the evilness that gets you.
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| On that tree you’ll find adam and eve’s initials
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| knowledge was a sin on that tree that holds fruit
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| call me a sinner because I ate and now I know the truth
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| and it hurts.
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| but thats not what you believe in
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| and you leaving me to be drug free ain’t a reason
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| just know, you and I could never live in Eden.
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| You can rip out my heart
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| but if I rip out your rib we’re even. |