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Just a normal day open my eyes and wake up
But I hate the word love straight up
So to the bitch who ripped my heart out wassup
Tell me how’d it feel with the other guy?
And I’m angryAnd it’s not at youAnd it’s not at meIt’s these flux of reductionsOf wines, whines, gropes, grapes, and moansI can’t keep up I can’t keep a pot luck of emotions
