| I’m gonna rap about um
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| Some shit that we all go through
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| The struggles of love
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| That’s all there is to it
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| Blue thoughts paired with a night sky
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| We had a future that was true but the truth lied
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| Remember when I held you tight while you cried
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| Saying that we would be together forever
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| Well we tried
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| Well we tried
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| I was naive our future was a pipe dream
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| Now I gotta leave it to these hoes to keep my pipe clean
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| What we had was more than that
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| You never cared about my looks
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| Or the way that my money stacked
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| You cared about me
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| And I cared about you
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| I caught feels and these rhymes are the residue
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| Fuck
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| All I could do was sit in the dark
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| And write about what coulda been
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| Writing paragraphs but couldn’t bring myself to hit that send
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| Fast forward four years from now
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| You probably found someone else
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| I lied I just jeopardized my mental health
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| I’m over you
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| I’m not
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| It’s fine (We're through)
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| More shots
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| I miss us
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| So what more can I say
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| Been a few weeks since we last texted
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| Hoping you would enter
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| It’s best not to expect shit
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| What I learned is that you couldn’t commit
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| You gotta fuck somebody else before calling it quits
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| Knowing of the pain that you would inflict
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| You left a disease in my heart bitch
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| This couldn’t be fixed
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| Bitch
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| Fuck you
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| So when I knock on the door
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| Who is it that you expect
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| And will you ask for my name
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| Or send me off like the rest
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| So when I knock of the door
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| Who is it that you expect
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| Will you ask for my name
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| I wrote one letter to the gods
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| They still ain’t write me back
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| So while I’m sitting here waiting
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| I might just have a heart attack
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| An army of her soldiers waits
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| And they just wanna hold me back
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| She just launched a full assault
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| Is this my fault
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| Oh I’m asphalt
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| Cause the way you ran me over kinda hurts
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| You can’t step on me
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| This ain’t the way it works
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| I am more than dirt
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| You were not a blessing you are just a curse
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| I hope I find the place you work
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| Just to get you fired
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| Find everywhere that hires
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| Spread some wild fires
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| With nowhere else to go
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| You’ll end up pushing tires
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| With some fat juggalo named terry
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| Who mighta known you prior
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| Used to be a frier down at Hardy’s
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| Till he fucked a minor
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| Oh that’s right he was in your choir
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| Someone you admired
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| Both of y’all were Tigers at the school
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| Bet he perspires too
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| Ooh
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| That was rude
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| I’m an honest dude so I can’t lie to you
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| You thick as bamboo at the zoo
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| Girl I can’t deny the truth
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| Who am I to you?
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| What’s my name
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| Say it right say it nice
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| Even say it twice
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| What’s my name
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| Do you remember
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| Will your touch surface this letter
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| Oh that’s right
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| You just the weather |