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Like I Wasnt Hear
It be nice if you could see. What your doin to me. Turn around these people stab me in the back. Nobody real. Theirs a lot that they lack. Try to hit me up when good. Dint have my my back. Back in the hood. How do think I feal. But you couldn't conceal. The look in your eyes. When to your surpise. I was the only real one in your life. Dissed and betrayed now I go and i pray . Because im not gonna stay. Where im not wanted. Guess they didn't want to play. Im to hard to care. Not if you dared. Im not stressing. I have all of my hair. But you better beware. I tend to snap. When people say things. And let they let their lips flap. Its agitating. So yeah. Im sick of this crap. Mess with me again. You might regret it. Im an irrelevant. And its hard to get What I say. When I get worked up. Novacain in my coffee. So I cant feel. That all of this pain. Is so damn real. Makes me stronger. So I grab the wheel. But I don't really steer. Hit a big tree. And its like I wasn't hear.
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