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and i said whats up
what you been thinking
cos you been staring at that roof so long id swear its come alive
and she spoke nine words
and now were sinking
but i cant find it in myself to want to lie to keep this thing from going down

cos that girl took my heart
and i aint want it back
no
im laying down my cards

cos you said it meant nothing
and i shouldve kept my silence
but i guess im too attached to my own pride to let you know
that all these words meant nothing
and ive always been this heartless
and we were just having sex no i would never call it love
but love

oh no i think im catching feelings and i
dont know if this is empathy i feel just
hold on remember why you said this was the last time
woah
so i guess its
let die to let live

and whats good
when both choices ive got
have us staring down the barrel
to the bullets i cant stop
and so i stand off
like indecisions kevlar
till this fear of feeling stops and im done
but you

no i dont know how to forget you

cos that girl took my heart
and i aint want it back no
a bulletproof restart

oh no i think im catching feelings and i
dont know if this is empathy i feel just
hold on remember why you said this was the last time
woah
so i guess its
let die to let live

no i dont know how to forget you

/i am done feeling

i think you think too much of me

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yea
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lyrics:
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Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh 
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
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Haters be hating but bitch I ain't playing bitch I'm just saying
Stop with your fakin' I just need the truth
Girl what will you lose I'm just saying
Please fuck yourself, don't need no one else
Please fuck yourself, don't need any help
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Ooo bitch I be singing and I be like ooo (Yea, yea)
Nascars, fucking fast cars, fucking faster than a Jaguar, Madagascar (Yea, yea)
Ooo bitch I be singing and I be like ooo (Yea, yea)
Nascars, fucking fast cars, fucking faster than a Jaguar, Madagascar, (Yea, yea)
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Fuck up 'em commas just like it's your mama
Shut the fuck up, I don't need no more drama
Bitch, I get darker just like it's the Sana
Shoot up these opps and you know that I wanna
Came from the bottom now we at top
Now I got bitches who call to give top
Bitch I got shawtys I don't have a lot
Shoot at these opps 'cuz they all are just bots
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Don't fall in with me that's the last thing that you need
I swear that they wanting my clout
Got fifty homies like if it was a scout
These bitches be thirsty for some of my cock
Bitch we don't swerve we just go milly rock
Riding around pulling up at yo block
Counting these fettis it ain't gonna stop
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Haters be hating but bitch I ain't playing bitch I'm just saying
Stop with your fakin' I just need the truth
Girl what will you lose I'm just saying
Please fuck yourself, don't need no one else
Please fuck yourself, don't need any help
--
Ooo bitch I be singing and I be like ooo (Yea, yea)
Nascars, fucking fast cars, fucking faster than a Jaguar, Madagascar (Yea, yea)
Ooo bitch I be singing and I be like ooo (Yea, yea)
Nascars, fucking fast cars, fucking faster than a Jaguar, Madagascar (Yea, yea)
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If I turned to you when the curtain dropped
Would it be clear to me that it fucked you up?
Never really knew how you took that stuff
Did the tears disappear or were your ducts taped shut

Keep your ears perked for my special knock
Overdue for the two days your room’s been locked
But I don’t have the pulse for heart-to-heart talks
Or the headspace to displace this mental block

That’s both of ours to own
But it called your skull home
While I willed mine hollow
Just screening your calls, set the service bar low

Blood for blood, what’s the difference
We were one, now we’re drifting
Shut me up, I’m just crazy
Who am I to do the saving?
Blood for blood, it’s been dripping
Deeper cut, shoddy stitching
What the fuck are we chasing
Swear it used to be the same thing

No use living well if it all leads up
to some tailored sleeves that you’re scared to tug
Thought I’d hear a sob as I packed my stuff
But the air was still as it ever was

Where have you been storing what you don’t say
Is there still no word on a release date
For all you’ve filtered out or tweaked away
Fine-tuned to inaudible frequencies

But I still listen close
Still moved by every tone
A sound I refuse to outgrow
Though it’s flickering out with each new candle blown

You and me are trouble
As kids we were told
That our luck would double
If we took our separate roads
Said I’d call you later
But I never do
Fire up the debate of 
Who has given up on who

Blood for Blood

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