| You hate me and you love me
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| Please, I’m sorry for the pain you keep
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| I cause that shit, blame this on me
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody pray for me
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| Rest tight too for I can’t sleep
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| You’re pushin' back away from me
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| You hate me and you love me
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| Please, I’m sorry for the pain you keep
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| Lost in my mind
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| Ho give me brain but don’t look in my eyes
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| Goin' insane, see the pain in my eyes
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| I got way too much damn weight on my spine
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| Cigarette burns on my arm and my face
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| In my whole body, she love how I look
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| I cannot name all the drugs that I took
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| I need the cash, I need all the loot
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| I read these hoes like they all were some books
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| Get to this cake like I need it or something
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| Maybe that’s just 'cause I needed that money
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| Self-made, I’m eighteen and doin' this shits
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| I was like fifteen and movin' this shit
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| Fuck, I’ma run my money up
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| Shawty in the club, bad as fuck, tryna join the club
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| That bitch said she loved that I’m young and I don’t give a fuck
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| She said I’m a dope boy and she wanna fuck
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| You hate me and you love me
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| Please, I’m sorry for the pain you keep
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| I cause that shit, blame this on me
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody pray for me
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| Rest tight too for I can’t sleep
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| You’re pushin' back away from me
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| You hate me and you love me
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| Please, I’m sorry for the pain you keep
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| (Ayy, ayy, ayy, said)
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| Hold the fuck up, I hope that I wake up
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| Told my bitch she too perfect without it, don’t need makeup
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| And I know that we doomed, ain’t a single thing could save us
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| Everyday it’s like we break up, make up, make love
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| Tomorrow we do the same stuff
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| That sorrow, I ain’t fakin' it, couldn’t even if I wanted
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| Mary Jane everyday, got a need just to stay blunted
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| Needless to say insanity stayed with me since the youngin'
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| Yeah, I hustle 'cause I need it, I don’t even really want it
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| Hundred dollar half ounces, I keep that shit in abundance
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| Said fuck it and copped the Rafs, bitch I’m stuntin'
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| Her lips taste like raspberries, something that you’d dream about
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| Tuck game crazy like the type a girl you’d read about
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| Gettin' high, askin' my grandpa if he could see me now
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| That’s some other shit, fuck the lovin' shit, come again
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| Bitch I said I’m on my «I think I’m Jesus' second coming» shit
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| Climaxed a year ago, figuratively comin' quick
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| You hate me and you love me
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| Please, I’m sorry for the pain you keep
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| I cause that shit, blame this on me
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| 'Cause ain’t nobody pray for me
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| Rest tight too for I can’t sleep
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| You’re pushin' back away from me
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| You hate me and you love me
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| Please, I’m sorry for the pain you keep |