You never used to talk *****, but now you ******* disgusting Who taught you how to get **** for a *****? I heard the whole thing, the whole thing, the whole thingīaby you done took this **** to another mother ******* level!Īin't supposed to be gettin no ***** like this You ain't pick up but your phone accidentally called me back Hatred and attitude tear us entirely" - Chloe MitchellĪnd I know that you are somewhere doing your thingĪnd when the phone called it just ring and ring Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E With so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing? We walk away like strangers in the street Now who to blame, you to blame, me to blameįor the pain and it poured every time when it rained You'll probably find one of them "I like art"-type girlsĪll of the lights, she-was-caught-in-the-hype girlĪnd I was satisfied being in love with the lie You always said Yeezy I ain't your right girl You getting blackmailed for that white girl I heard he bought some coke with my money Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers He was just gon' say whatever that you told him toĪt a certain point I had to stop asking questions I'm calling your brother's phone like what was I supposed to do?Įven though I knew, he never told the truth Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you You should be grateful a ***** like me ever noticed you Running my name through the mud, who's provoking you? Lying, say I hit you, he sitting there consoling you I know you ain't getting this type of **** from that local dudeĪnd if you are I hope you are having a good timeĪnd you ain't finna see a mogul get emotionalĮvery time I hear bout other ****** is strokin' you Stick around, some real feelings might surfaceīeen a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom You weren't perfect but you made life worth it I took a **** and dismiss it like "**** it"Īnd I hang up and I start to blame myself "I'd rather argue with you than be with someone else" Let's call her names, names, I hate you, more Let's call out names, names, I hate you, moreĪt the end of it you know we both were wrongīut I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game, I love you, more When in reality they're just searching forĮvery time they have such a painful terribleīreakup. That complain about all men being the same Or play with someone who just wishes the best. I wish only the very best for you, you ****** *****. Then throws him to the side and takes the next in line. Who throws him on a roller coaster with smilesĪnd flirtatious giggling while she lets him kiss her. Of one of the best guys ever to glide through her life. This ******* who screws with the emotions Who is confused as to why some people (me) hate him. Who beats off to his computer after taking a hit The one who nods and laughs but just wants to ****. I mean he has nice teeth.įact about his "hard and lonely" home life. Never having an ounce of dirt on his hands,īut at least she. If they were ripping off his sparkly earrings. Horrible stench of alcohol on his breath.
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