Made Me
Girl you made me happy
When you had me rolled up in yo lies
Then I figured out it wasn't real so I said never mind
Ain't no 2nd chances, no discussions to be had
you won't see me later, there won't be no other time
Yea
Tick Tick
Uh uh
Sit Sit
Yea yea
Get pissed
Uh uh
Yea
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
You were so damn special
Looking like an angel
Only other thing I cared about besides this pencil
Now I'm grippin tighter
Getting higher
Hanging off the ledge
Pull myself back up
Life can suck
Ready for the head
At a dead end
Making end's meet
Sun setting
Someone's cup is empty
Still working
Doubles every other day yea
Still hurting I just learned to hide the pain yea
Uh uh
Yea yea
Uh uh
And
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
Fuck it
I said fuck it
It ain't nuthing
Missed a bucket
Took a shot
Miss the loving
Miss my rock
Superbad all through the block
All I have left are these thoughts
The dark ones are running rampant
I'm never leaving my blanket
I'm camping
So don't demand me
Unless you got supply
The kind that doesn't run dry
I'm trying to keep it light
I hate when you don't reply
You fake, so don't even try
To say, you're on my side
Today, I opened my eyes yea
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
When you had me rolled up in yo lies
Then I figured out it wasn't real so I said never mind
Ain't no 2nd chances, no discussions to be had
you won't see me later, there won't be no other time
Yea
Tick Tick
Uh uh
Sit Sit
Yea yea
Get pissed
Uh uh
Yea
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
You were so damn special
Looking like an angel
Only other thing I cared about besides this pencil
Now I'm grippin tighter
Getting higher
Hanging off the ledge
Pull myself back up
Life can suck
Ready for the head
At a dead end
Making end's meet
Sun setting
Someone's cup is empty
Still working
Doubles every other day yea
Still hurting I just learned to hide the pain yea
Uh uh
Yea yea
Uh uh
And
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
Fuck it
I said fuck it
It ain't nuthing
Missed a bucket
Took a shot
Miss the loving
Miss my rock
Superbad all through the block
All I have left are these thoughts
The dark ones are running rampant
I'm never leaving my blanket
I'm camping
So don't demand me
Unless you got supply
The kind that doesn't run dry
I'm trying to keep it light
I hate when you don't reply
You fake, so don't even try
To say, you're on my side
Today, I opened my eyes yea
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
You made me feel
At home with you
But you're gone now
Credits
Writer(s): Fabrice De Miguel Wombel
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