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I know I've been cutthroat
I wish I could come home
Show you ways I've been tho
You say no, when I'm low
When I'm up you say go
Just another window
That I will Keep it closed
But you know I

Keep you in my senses
The fights we had we always had to get some more pretentious
And now You gotta wake up on the outside no more beddin
Because i said good riddance
And kicked you out so senseless
But karma comes back everytime we get offended
I'm callin your phone but you declinin for some vengeance
You're mad in all dimensions
I'm sad your so infectious
I wish that I could take it back when I hit you and when i said shit

But you wanted everything and me all to yourself
You've been thinkin and been dreamin up all on my wealth
And I don't even have much but you kept on my belt
Now I'm plotting and scheming how to get back to myself
But I
Keep on thinkin of you and in your pretty little kelt
And I'm wishing and kissin pictures of us when I felt
Thought I loved you thought you loved me but it was going way too well
Now I'm bluffing, and your cutting, on your wrists and have no self

Really wanna hit you
I'm so damnin tired of this fighting man I'll slit you
Can't believe I trusted someone only by their visuals
Now I'm stuck in this shoe
Because that bitch got issues
But when she grab the tissues
Pretends to cry and breaks the lights but its new
A knife she hid up under the couch and color its blue
But's it's you
Who she plannin on makin it red
She gonna color you dead
And leave you under the bed

Listen to the words baby that I'm sayin
I just want you to know baby I was playin
I would never cheat on you cause I was right here layin
When you thought I was f*ckin around with that girl from Kaydens
But I was making my self comfy waitin on your cadence
And I'll give you my cell phone
But you aint goin start makin
Up stories on my contacts only got you and Caitlyn
(Who's Caitlyn)
My sister
(Bullshit you f*ckin Satan)
No I'm not playin!
COME HERE BLATTON
(Bitch is crazy!)

Wish I could just kiss you
Your feisty and mighty and maybe that's what me in you
But lately you got me so crazy make me wanna hit you
And not from the hand I mean the back then I'll dip, thru
But who was that who split you
It's jimmy bet I'll flip you
And get you up over and over and come over closer and cuddle you
I'm into
Them types of babes exactly like you baby it's true
My histro
Ry with girls is kinda miss trued
But you know me
The flyest gypsy boy who come from the streets surrey
And Pottsville Pennsylvania over in the east
But now I'm on the west, so it's best
To say I know the weather of the ladies I got the temp
And got the tempo
And boy I even know
How get the flow tighter
Than a bigger hoe
Do you know
How I could just roll the flow
And make it go like so
And keep it low, like flo
Rida, said before, but oh, well