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[verse 1: ihateyoualx]
who’d ever thought
that love would be complicated
look at my phone
never thought i’d be flipping pages
first you sad
now you mad
that’s why you hate me (wow)
i guess that’s how i got my name
so i’ll probably never change it
i never needed laces
i’d never re arrange it
i’d never post you on ig
so i can go erase it
d-mn
another chapter in my life
closed
never thought that you would change
just thought you liked clothes
baby blue’s & pink & greens
all the different hue’s
for different moods
i’m starting to find out
different “you’s”
& different clues
on why this relationship
ain’t cool (eh)
but maybe it’s cuz
it’s me & you (hmph)
yea we no good for each other
we never loved one another
we only cared ’bout the other
when we would get into trouble
there’s no one saving us now
we burnt this sh-t to the ground
so let us lay in it now (aye, yea)
so walk a day in my shoes
but these cortez’s don’t fit you
seem to move
when the rent’s due
getting stuck
in a phone booth
just need someone
to vent to
let me sit by myself
and order food off the menu
i just wanna go
get in my
house for sale
put up the sign
jump inside the rolla
getting high
cuz i like getting high
f-cking up the sofa
gotta bed
but i don’t sleep in mine
i just needed something
to get something off my
f-cking mind
p-ssy
drugs
all of the above
tell me what is love
tell me what is love
tell me what is love
tell me what is love (what is love, what is love)

[verse 2: kb devaughn verse]
(uh huh, yeah, i feel like, mmmmm)
who gone be here for me and mine when it end (ugh)
i don’t know when i’ll get off all these b-tches wigs (ugh)
like what exactly am i sayin’ you don’t get
f-ck them lace fronts i can’t stand the way them b-tches sit
how imma make money
when you take from us
all this f-ckin work ‘n barely make nothin’
imma play dumb
or be fake huh
nah this a perfect time to say somethin’
hold up woah you knew from jump the dough slow
but you get mad ‘n tell your friends the sh-t you want i can’t afford
i get back up in my bag ‘cuz you ain’t want that four for four
that’s why we gotta love these women
f-ck these b-tches that’s the law
on the lord
you know i can’t stop won’t stop
f-ck the feds ‘cuz if that door knock
no i can’t stop
my old ops
who want the smoke
you get one try
you live your lies
imma tear out through the cries
imma question my existence ’til i hear a voice from god
imma give out all the drive
imma keep givin’ out the vibes
long as i got the flow
above these b-tches that’s allah
on the god
i can’t stop won’t stop
(ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

- ihateyoualx

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