im tired and think you're fucking lying again, Pt. 1

I can't really feel good about it anymore
I mean I tried
But you still hold me down behind the curtains
Dear God, I'm crying
I'm crying again

Dropping love bombs like it's romantic
Say you want the best
But your quality is shit
You're an optimistic little bitch
You should think that of yourself

I don't like where you come from
Lack of sense, but plenty of guns
Run back to your playboy mansion
Before I sharpen my stake

Take your gold for what it is
Take your soul and warmth
Take your can-do attitude
And shove it up your ass
Bitch



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Writer(s): Bryson Martin
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