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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

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