1631

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  1. Let’s play the blame game, I love you, more Let’s play the blame game for sure. Let’s call her names, names, I hate you, more. Let’s call her names, names, for sure. I’ll call you bitch for short. As a last resort, and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long, at the end of it you know we both were wrong. But I love to play the blame game, I love you more. Let’s play the blame game for sure. Let’s call her names, names, I hate you, more. Let’s call her names, names, for sure. On a bathroom wall I wrote “I’d rather argue with you than to be with someone else” I took a piss and dismiss it like fuck it and went and found somebody else, fuck arguing or harvesting the feelings, I’d rather be by my fucking self till about 2am and I call back and I hang up and start to blame myself somebody help. You weren’t perfect but you made life worth it stick around, some real feelings might surface been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom gripping you up, fuckin’ and choking you what the hell was I supposed to do I know you aint getting this type of dick from that local dude and if you are I hope you are have a good time cause I definitely be having mine and you aint finna see a mogul get emotional every time I hear bout other nigga’s stroking you might say I hit you he sitting there consoling you rubbing my name through the mud who’s provoking you you should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you now you noticeable and cant nobody can control you 1am and can’t nobody get a hold of you I’m calling your brothers phone like what was I supposed to do even though I knew, he never told the truth he was just gon’ say whatever that you told him too at a certain point I had to stop asking questions ya’ll got dirt on eachother like mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money dat ain’t right girl you getting blackmailed for that white girl you always said “Jordan” I aint you’re right girl you’ll probably find one of them “I like art” type girls all of the lights, she was caught in the hype girl and I was satisfied being in love with a lie and who to blame, you to blame, me to blame for the pain and it poured every time when it rained lets play the blame… Let’s play the blame game, I love you, more Let’s play the blame game for sure. Things used to be, now they not anything but us is who we are disguising ourselves as secret lovers we’ve become public enemies we walk away like strangers in the street gone for eternity we erased one another so far from where we came with so much of everything, how do we leave with nothing lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E hatred and attitude tear us entirely Chole Mitchell Let’s play the blame game, I love you, more Let’s play the blame game for sure. Let’s call out names, names, I hate you, more. Let’s call out names, names, for sure. I can’t love you this much I can’t love you this much I can’t love you this much I can’t love you this much no, I can’t love you this much I can’t love you this much I can’t love you this much and I know that you are somehwere doing your thing and when the phone called it just rang and rang you ain’t pick up but your phone accidently called me back and I heard the whole thing.

    Losing focus

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