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Love will get you killed young blood 
I didn't have the bread I wish you would have waited 
I guess it's okay you were a bird anyway 

I gave you my last and you wanted more 
I gave you me and you wanted her 
you left I ran to the door 
I cried and you ignored 

I wouldn't call myself a savage now 
I'm immune to the misconceptions of what loyalty is
I could sit and talk about the **** but who really cares 
oh you playing the victim again if the gun pointed at me then I might as 
well be 

consistency is what I constantly needed but now I'm questioning that 
**** I felt 
don't even feel that no moe
is it sick a couple misfits tried to make it work 
we was like Martin and Gina mixed with ike and tina 

Sis was right it's hard to break cheddar with a rat 
it's hard to have someone's back who already turned there back 
it's hard to love a soul that ain' t down to roll 

it's hard to love a waste of my time 
it's hard to love a mess of a life 
it's hard to .... to love you and that's true 


Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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