Tell me were do I begin
start with the lies and end wit fuckin friends
Shoulda known you wasn't shit to begin
Talkin bout how you don't fuck wit nigga with no ends
You used to say how don't fall for any nigga
But sum how ended up fallin for me
Was it the charm, the looks, or the rep
The glory, the passion, or the checks
You tell me
I used to wine you n dine you
Bottom of ya shoes piru, loubatins boo
Had ya walkin wit ya head high
But all of a sudden to drop like dead fly
I was the innocent bystander in the driveby
Now when we see each other it feels wierd sayin hi
Used to give a fuck, now give a fuck less
Gettin rid of you and yo ways meaning less stress
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