unwanted
I was everything for you
Ride or die and you cut me like a knife
I see the full picture
Not mature to handle this wifey type
You through the real diamond in the sky
Too thirsty to see it in your eyes
Your caught in the blood fight
Racing to get your flight
I don't care about your knife
Too blinded to set ways
You'll learn tonight
How a real player plays this right
The flight of atmosphere in this eye
I'll play along and act alright
But deep inside you
frightened to cross fight
In blazing fires
Cause it's mr and mrs smith tonight
You crossed the line
I'm retreating my prey tonight
Breaking sparkling
Your never brake me
Like an og told me:
Cold as a G,
my hearts frozen it don't even beat
So expect no apologies
Expect no sympathy from me
Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it don't even beat
So expect no apologies
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