And she said "You a god-damn lie" I ain't mean to say that shit girl I was god-damn high So we left the crib now we in the god-damn ride She lookin' god-damn fine I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth But she want the god-damn sky, uh List of my problems Got this one on my line that won't stop fucking callin' It's crazy I made her that way Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face Like why you do that? Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space Why you do, why you do that? Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing Why you do, why you do that? I can't explain it but just know it working for me She text me "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" But how the fuck can you hate me? When I ain't did shit, but be the real thang She know I'm the real, that'll never change I never been the one to try to explain While you catch them feels I'mma sip on this drank, it's easing my brain
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