Dragged me Through the Dirt
I hate that I love you
But you won't
Even answer your phone
Baby girl I'm just
Drink and alone
Wont appreciate me
Till I'm dead or I'm gone
Is that new nigga
Fucking you good?
He can't do what I do
He's just making you moan
Wanna take you to paradise
Get you a home
I ain't rich
But for you
I'll take out a loan
I'll start trapping and shit
I'm gon get in my zone
Know the opps wanna line me
Put 6 in my dome
And you say that
You love me
I know that you don't
Pop a perc
Lose my mind
Now I'm letting it go
Got my heart on my sleeve
I ain't letting it show
When you left
You left with your
Bags and my soul
You ain't even look back
For a second
Now I keep popping addys
And percs to battle depression
I can't believe
All the shit that you did
I was fucking you good
Almost gave you a kid
But I understand
That we all gotta grow
Imma let you be lit
Imma let you go live
But I still miss the days when
I used to fuck you good
And put my dick
All in your ribs
Now I'm married to a pint
Married to a blunt
Married to the streets
Now I keep it on my hip
For you I would work double shifts
But I don't think you cared
Cause all that you wanted was dick
Like my pops
On the block moving bricks
When I seen your true colors
That shit made me sick
Now I need a perc
To handle this pain
And this hurt
You dragged my name
All through the dirt
That's the last time
That I fall for love
But who am I to speak
Nigga who am I to judge?
But you won't
Even answer your phone
Baby girl I'm just
Drink and alone
Wont appreciate me
Till I'm dead or I'm gone
Is that new nigga
Fucking you good?
He can't do what I do
He's just making you moan
Wanna take you to paradise
Get you a home
I ain't rich
But for you
I'll take out a loan
I'll start trapping and shit
I'm gon get in my zone
Know the opps wanna line me
Put 6 in my dome
And you say that
You love me
I know that you don't
Pop a perc
Lose my mind
Now I'm letting it go
Got my heart on my sleeve
I ain't letting it show
When you left
You left with your
Bags and my soul
You ain't even look back
For a second
Now I keep popping addys
And percs to battle depression
I can't believe
All the shit that you did
I was fucking you good
Almost gave you a kid
But I understand
That we all gotta grow
Imma let you be lit
Imma let you go live
But I still miss the days when
I used to fuck you good
And put my dick
All in your ribs
Now I'm married to a pint
Married to a blunt
Married to the streets
Now I keep it on my hip
For you I would work double shifts
But I don't think you cared
Cause all that you wanted was dick
Like my pops
On the block moving bricks
When I seen your true colors
That shit made me sick
Now I need a perc
To handle this pain
And this hurt
You dragged my name
All through the dirt
That's the last time
That I fall for love
But who am I to speak
Nigga who am I to judge?
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Writer(s): Edward De La Cruz
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