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Wake up, it's a never ending cycle
Shoes on, always late on arrival
Tear stains on her cheek, that's vital
But you better look good, and that's final
God Damn, shawty wanna talk again
It's that time of the year, I feel so pretend
So pretend, friends come and go again
If shawty wanna talk, I won't let her in
God Damn! God Damn! Shawty wanna talk again
My fault! My Fault! Backed up to the fucking wall
I can't get out of my fucking head
So fucking exhausted by the time I reach my bed
And I'm thinkin' that it's all over soon
And I'm thinkin' that it's all on you
And I'm tired of catching the blame
And I'm tired of the fire and flames (That burns this flame)
And I'm thinkin' that it's all over soon
And I'm thinkin' you can take your knife, out of my wounds
Lead me to death, man I'm bleeding to death
And you can, lay me to rest, and never touch me again
Wake up, it's a never ending cycle
Shoes on, always late on arrival
Tear stains on her cheek, that's vital
But you better look good, and that's final
God Damn, shawty wanna talk again
It's that time of the year, I feel so pretend
So pretend, friends come and go again
If shawty wanna talk, I won't let her in
Shoes on, always late on arrival
Tear stains on her cheek, that's vital
But you better look good, and that's final
God Damn, shawty wanna talk again
It's that time of the year, I feel so pretend
So pretend, friends come and go again
If shawty wanna talk, I won't let her in
God Damn! God Damn! Shawty wanna talk again
My fault! My Fault! Backed up to the fucking wall
I can't get out of my fucking head
So fucking exhausted by the time I reach my bed
And I'm thinkin' that it's all over soon
And I'm thinkin' that it's all on you
And I'm tired of catching the blame
And I'm tired of the fire and flames (That burns this flame)
And I'm thinkin' that it's all over soon
And I'm thinkin' you can take your knife, out of my wounds
Lead me to death, man I'm bleeding to death
And you can, lay me to rest, and never touch me again
Wake up, it's a never ending cycle
Shoes on, always late on arrival
Tear stains on her cheek, that's vital
But you better look good, and that's final
God Damn, shawty wanna talk again
It's that time of the year, I feel so pretend
So pretend, friends come and go again
If shawty wanna talk, I won't let her in
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Writer(s): Ethan Martin
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