YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP

I been writing down my pain
I been lying here awake yeah yeah
No more waking next to shorty
In the morning in the morning
Cus she want trick it off
Oh got me triggered now
Guess that I wasn't enough no
I guess that I wasn't

A billion different fishes in the sea
Whyd I set my eyes on you

Talking bout my brudda would be happy for us
Why the fuck you talking on the dead for
Saying that you love me while you lying with me
So why the fuck you texting on your ex for
Ain't no hoes on my cell phone
Thought you was the one j was gone ride for
Fuck it guess a diamond just a rhinestone
Guess I'm just a clown in a rainstorm

Cloudy days hazy nights
Smoking kush sipping wine
Fucked me over while I fucked you right
Break my heart when you beam my line
Fucked me over for the last time
Fucked me.over the last

Why you gotta lead me on
Shoulda just cut me off
Now I'm right here writing stupid songs
Bout another stupid girl that won't care at all

Fuck me up
Cut me down
Drown me in some drugs right now



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Writer(s): Carl Arriola
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