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Badluv - The Final Page Lyrics



Badluv - The Final Page Lyrics




Sick and tired of the madness
It's so f*cking tragic
How I carry your baggage
And you laugh at the damage
How the f*ck I'm missing someone don't think I ever had them
Say I'm over reacting
But it's written on your motherf*cking face

And I'm tired of these motherf*cking games
You've become something that I want to erase
No more chapters I filled up the final page
No more chapters I filled up the final page

Seems like every other day I find the courage to stop it
Till I'm feeling unlocked and let you in with no problem
Doing damage in my head like it's a rockstars hotel room
If I could I would tell you, that I need you to bail soon

Because I can't f*cking do it, no I'm begging you please now
Pick up all your f*cking shit yeah bitch I'll throw you the keys now
I don't wanna see you cry no girl you're not fooling me now
I don't f*cking believe you

Cause it's written on your motherf*cking face
And I'm tired of these motherf*cking games
You've become something that I want to erase
No more chapters I filled up the final page
No more chapters I filled up the final page

As soon as I withdrawal, she gets addicted to me now
The taste she left is sour, swear that I think it's sweet now
Not worried bout somebody using me like a leech now
Sucking blood through her teeth how you think I won't peace out

If only I could see you one more time just to tell you
All the times I fell asleep after you left me with no clue
About where we truly stand but trust me now I will thank you
You've got nothing to say now

Cause it's written on your motherf*cking face
And I'm tired of these motherf*cking games
You've become something that I want to erase
No more chapters I filled up the final page
No more chapters I filled up the final page
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Sick and tired of the madness
It's so f*cking tragic
How I carry your baggage
And you laugh at the damage
How the f*ck I'm missing someone don't think I ever had them
Say I'm over reacting
But it's written on your motherf*cking face

And I'm tired of these motherf*cking games
You've become something that I want to erase
No more chapters I filled up the final page
No more chapters I filled up the final page

Seems like every other day I find the courage to stop it
Till I'm feeling unlocked and let you in with no problem
Doing damage in my head like it's a rockstars hotel room
If I could I would tell you, that I need you to bail soon

Because I can't f*cking do it, no I'm begging you please now
Pick up all your f*cking shit yeah bitch I'll throw you the keys now
I don't wanna see you cry no girl you're not fooling me now
I don't f*cking believe you

Cause it's written on your motherf*cking face
And I'm tired of these motherf*cking games
You've become something that I want to erase
No more chapters I filled up the final page
No more chapters I filled up the final page

As soon as I withdrawal, she gets addicted to me now
The taste she left is sour, swear that I think it's sweet now
Not worried bout somebody using me like a leech now
Sucking blood through her teeth how you think I won't peace out

If only I could see you one more time just to tell you
All the times I fell asleep after you left me with no clue
About where we truly stand but trust me now I will thank you
You've got nothing to say now

Cause it's written on your motherf*cking face
And I'm tired of these motherf*cking games
You've become something that I want to erase
No more chapters I filled up the final page
No more chapters I filled up the final page
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Writer: Seth Truskowski
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Badluv - The Final Page Video
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Performed By: Badluv
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Seth Truskowski

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