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titus christian - hurt ii/you كلمات الأغنية

[part one: hurt ii]
i didn’t need you to be my crutch
i wanted companionship, now i wanna
abandon ship, so call out this:
im sick of your bullsh-t.. slip of the tongue
this verse has only just begun, brother
i didn’t want no trouble, but im gonna bury you in rubble
i’ll be scarier while you huddle in the corner
this time i ain’t turning the other cheek
i’ll leave you screaming, ready to meet
the devil, got him on the track for you
you’re gonna be in pain, you’ll whine and b-tch
that ain’t something new, that’s all you do
i miss the few times, where it was fun to be around
you always wanna mess me up, trip me up, slip me up
triple emphasis, i ain’t gonna miss you actin like a b-tch
go ahead rat me out be a little snitch, my boys ‘ill get you
real quick, you’re a crock a sh-t, suck another c-ck again, you’re not even level six, hit or miss
little b-tch, tell your mister i said hi, tell your mistress i said bye
tell the quitter i say die, tell the haters im feeling fly
my dna is gold, your dna is old; covered in mold
stolen from the golden days, ye olden days, good-day sir
spare a dime? paradigm, quit-being-a-parrot-time
your harlot crime, you ain’t a player you a coward, got no power
swing at me with your fist i’ll swing back with a pen
i shouldn’a let you in, never again
im done feelin used, sit in your pew, got my chin up
ain’t gonna listen to you, i got top cognition
filled with ambition, i got a proposition:
take an intermission on your mission of inquisition
with an accusation i got a speculation
and a regulation on you, im gonna do what i gotta do
cause you’re toxic, you lost it i mean it this time
bih-itch

[part two: you]
im f-cking sick of this sh-t i put myself through
all i gotta do is walk through the door
but apparently that’s to hard for me to do
so i’ll keep blaming everything on you
even after the empty earth and the empty verse
i think its you that’s messing me up, making me turn up all that dirt
and turn my gold to rust, i can’t fix that with alchemy
i want this to be the last time we ever see each other again
you’re a placebo friend, a sugar pill that milled me into dust
so i’ll throw myself in the bin, like im a busted cd
left on repeat i keep messing up the lines
(i keep f-cking up my lines)
i swear i keep telling the same lie, so ill i’ll lie in wait until its time
to spring and run as fast my legs can go
and you’ll beg for me to stay but, bro, you know you did this to me

- titus christian

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