Dirtbag

I love how you feed me lies   

Accuse me of talking to tons of guys    

With the smell of her perfume   

And her stuff all in your room

I love how you feed me lies    

And made me think otherwise

I see how you talk to them sweet   

How many times will you cheat.

 

I love how you feed me lies    

You will never hear my cries

BANG the sound of my gun   

Im crazy you better run

 

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