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I know what to do to make you mad
Tire smoke and high designer bags
Always 'poppin pills and skipping class
Pretty boy remind you of your past
True Religion blue is on my ass
I know what to do to make you mad
Everybody single in their bag
I try, I try, I try
I lied, I lied, I lied
I

You always think that Savy up to something
I hope it works out for the both of us
I really hope you fucking choke on something
You never were the type to hold your bluff
And to think that I was told you loved me
I'm really bad at getting over stuff
A couple months, and it was all for nothing
My mama said I wasn't old enough
What's the point in 'growin old with someone?

I know what to do to make you mad
Tire smoke and high designer bags
Always 'poppin pills and skipping class
Pretty boy remind you of your past
True Religion blue is on my ass
I know what to do to make you mad
Everybody single in their bag
I try, I try, I try
I lied, I lied, I lied
I
Can't take my time
Just dry your eyes, little guy
I might die tonight



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Writer(s): Michael Soriano
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