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How many do I gotta call, I can't even be nice anymore, And I can't help it if drunk ass on that fucken floor, Do it once more and I can't it I'm leaving, Sick of all the deceiving, 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 till the peep of day light, Lost my and it's all good, Not hitting you back if I could I would, I'm just sick of hearing you all day and ago, feels like another episode, of a show, my chronic infest and blur your vision, spark my intuition, Me and Vision history at every provision, But you in the corner complaining, of this shit, looking for men but you failing, The firm taught me just to somebody else, I'ma just stick and care for myself, really care about your broke ass anyway.
2]
Fuck it, I'll up some more, Fuck this whore anymore, tell me what to do, Still havent really from you, get you out of the picture, Never ya, And you stop complaining like you need love, When I it, no hug, You dont even need a beauty sleep, you to fucken hibernate, Hi I'm late, for councelling session, I got you in depression, but how you gon' me, you giving me bad pussy, Still try and me and test, Unbelievable like next, And I ain't never really waste any its tough, Wasting minutes but will ever get enough, And I'ma on arguing and fussing, All this cussing and hate is making it hard to have a conversation and fate, You vacate, I'ma let you gladly, the premises like that day I had to chase Mary, Gotta keep on grinding it out and no to marriage, Bitch