Worthless

Your Two Cents Are Worthless 
Don't Make Sense 
Anything You Say Is Irrelevent
Talkin  For The Hell Of It 
Actin Brand New 
Ain't Got A Clue 
 Thought You Knew 
You Never Had A Chance 
No Matter The Circumstance
Nothin You Do Could Make Me  With You 
Wanna Get Pissed 
You Didn't Make The List
High Sidin 
 Lyin 
Left Him Holdin His Dick Cryin
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