broad daylight
yo
i'm broke
'cause i'm lovin' these hoes
give your heart just so they can shoot it down from a microscrope
backstabbin' disruptin' hoes putchu on the low
now you sittin' here all alone
you not only broke but you on yo' own
got her flowas, got her a ring, and here you are on death row
the one person who you trusted put you in how deceitful
the only thing you knew bit you in your ass i feel for you bro
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