Saturday, March 9, 2013

furb.


See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
Talkin' shit like a snitch 
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what, fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone
I had to turn to your friend
Now you want me to come back

You questioned did I care
Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down there
Now it's over.


Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what, your sex was wack

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