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How many do I gotta call, I can't even be nice anymore, And I can't help it if your drunk ass on that floor, Do it once more and I can't it I'm leaving, of all the deceiving, lies and the sneaking, Just wanna push you and get my freedom back, In the club we dancing I'm holding your back and everything is right, While I fuck you dirty the peep of day light, Lost my phone and all good, Not hitting you if I really could I would, I'm just sick of hearing you all day and long ago, feels like another episode, of a show, my chronic infest and your vision, Gotta my intuition, Me and Vision making history at provision, But you still in the complaining, Sick of shit, looking for men but you failing, The firm me just to fuck somebody else, I'ma just that and care for myself, Nobody care about your broke ass anyway.
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Fuck it, I'll up some more, Fuck with whore anymore, Everybody me what to do, Still havent heard from you, get you out of the picture, Never ya, And you gotta stop complaining like you love, When I it, no hug, You dont even need a beauty sleep, you to fucken hibernate, Hi I'm late, for this session, I got you in depression, but how you blame me, you giving me bad pussy, Still try and me and test, like Alien's next, And I never really waste any time its tough, Wasting minutes but will never get enough, And I'ma on arguing and fussing, All this and hate is making it really hard to have a conversation and fate, You wanna vacate, let you gladly, Leave the premises like that day I had to Mary, Gotta keep on it out and saying no to marriage, Bitch