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Think of what I gave to you
I'm tried it's true
You're pushing farther my body
Giving out smell of Bacardi
Like it's perfume
Across the room
I'm sensin' something is bothering
Your unconscious fragility
You can call it reaching but the
Fallacy is speaking for him self
If you need the balls, make some calls
I ain't gonna
Help your situation
Quit complaining, if you wanted it you'd
Do it like I know you could, but
You want the attention
All my lovin' turn to stressin' for your
Well being but I don't see no effort on your part
It's like you're
Trappin' your own visions
Like your mind is the ignition
And the common sense you lacks' the key that's tryna make it start

How you gonna tell me that you really don't care
Cryin' on the counter and you look and just stare,
With those shameful little eyes can't tell me
When I'm supposed to end my fight it's
All up to you
And I know what I do when I say
It's your mind the one that's pushin' me
Away from you
Love the thought of me not all of me
I can not stress enough the thing you're doing to you
Late nights
Small fights turning into Prada
Bags flyin'
White lies fallin' out the pocket
I'll drive
Cause you can't
You drunk on ego
Little high, on your pride

But if that's what you wanna do
That's fine for you
Keep telling yourself it's nothing
A shitty hand but I'm bluffing
You wrote the rules
I followed you
So blind but you so effortlessly
Captivated my energy
You can call it reachin' but the
Fallacy is speaking for him self
If you need the balls, make some calls
I ain't gonna
Help your situation
Quit complaining if you
Wanted it you'd
Do it like I know you could but
You want the attention
All my lovin' turn to stressin' for your
Well being but I don't see
No effort on your part
It's like you're
Trappin' your own visions
Like your mind is the ignition
And the common sense you lacks' the key that's
Tryna make it start

How you gonna tell me that you really don't care
Cryin' on the counter and you look and just stare,
With those shameful little eyes can't tell me
When I'm supposed to end my fight it's
All up to you
And I know what I do when I say
It's your mind the one that's pushin' me
Away from you
Love the thought of me not all of me
I can not stress enough the thing you're doing to you
Late nights
Small fights turning into Prada
Bags flyin'
White lies fallin' out the pocket
I'll drive
Cause you can't
You drunk on ego
Little high, on your pride

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