Vent
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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