Dirtbag

February 1, 2018

I love how you feed me lies

Accuse me of talking to tons of guys

With the smell of her perfume

And her stuff all in your room

I love how you feed me lies

And made me think otherwise

I see how you talk to them sweet

How many times will you cheat.

I love how you feed me lies

You will never hear my cries

BANG the sound of my gun

Im crazy you better run

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