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Guess she's lucky that she isn't us
Guess she's lucky
I guess she's lucky that she isn't us
Paying our bills and living life with no fuss
Backing child support, so she can buy purses
Buy new lip stick, close families with verses
What I was saying, you had no right to screw a guy, then say you didn't love him and just let it pass you by
Why should I cry
Why should I get angry
At the bottom, like I always am
Running that spree
You walk through public streets rocking your apple bottom jeans
Just missed a call, why can't I talk to my kids at all
That's what I'm saying
This judicial system that you're gaming ain't feeding mouths,
but you're getting plenty of mouths down south for your own benefit
Tired of the lying shit
Use me like a tool
But you're playing cool
Watch for the dudes you slip your number to, though
Next thing you know, you know you’ll get a whack in the head
Your son johnny hardly fucking likes you, let alone loves you
Now play pretension, superstition like it means something
You just quit, fold your cards
Like I told you to
You don't got a clue
You read it in the news
Text your girls, like I've licked a few
I'm just saying
All I know is you think I'm in the wrong, but I got the rest of my facts
Try once in your life to be compassionate
No bullshit, no fronting
Just love someone because you want it
Don't play the blame game cause it's wrong, kid
You were taught better than that
Be an individual
Light a few, take the view
Stop looking at yourself, and look at someone else
Just look at someone else
Just look at someone else
Just look
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Wifey,
released September 6, 2016
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