I Δm luΠΔ.
You got blood on your hands
how do you plead? Boy, it's like treason, how you treated me
it's eight mondays in a row, nine days of the week
these tantrums been old
all bitter, no sweet
you're killing my vibe
in ways words cannot describe
but i'll try, i'll try
you put the "over"...
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Boy, you're such a lost cause
now your name is crossed off
how you gonna fix this? You can't even fix yourself
it was almost two years
that i chose to spend here
all alone on new year's
thinkin' "what the? "
i don't wanna break your thread and needle
tryna sch you, but i can't, i...
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