The wild I broke down when you did this to me Shoved my folks and family out and started livin fully Outside my head but never showed, I know thats what you wanted to get Cause aint nobody that dont love to see they exs success So hope you happy, Cause Im damn sure it wasnt for a minute First time in 19 years I wasnt bored in something, shook her for the thrill Hiding in whiskey and selfpity In other words you wasnt there, were you ever in love with me Shit is real, Trying to fail and to understand How a kid that does my songs doesnt square with me as a man He just doin what he doin then wait till I get the news How you hook up with my girl, then let her come fuck with me when youre thru Eventually misdirecting the pain Cause the woman that I met with and disrespected for brains So I started blaming him and becoming testy and praying Put my fingers at the world until there was no one left to blame, but myself Its on my shoulders now But Ima keep my head, wont let you hold it down And Ima live my life, cause you dont own it now Pretend your chances are fellow then watch you blow it, now they miss me when Im gone And Im packin up And Ima lick my wounds cause these scars may keep Empty boxes in the house we built Here on 823 Heartbreak Street [Hook] Im talking bout Love Love no it dont live here no more It packed up its bags, it walked out the door The moment is passed, We both are matured Excuse my apprehension but I couldnt be sure Im talking bout love Love noo it went on its way With something to lose, but nothing to say What meant nothing to you, meant something to me Well pack up your shit because you aint welcome to stay [Verse 2] Ay yo These empty walls still haunt me With a stare so dark and daunting And the flashbacks of hugs and kisses Why the fuck dont you want me Cause you did once, then tossed me Fucked up quick, then lost me Bit my tongue when I met you for coffee Wasnt even mad I just already lost 3 girls to this shit Now Im feeling Im hurling and sick Of seeing that pattern that Ima really never understand Why my girl she was wrong with me as a man And the cursing, the fightin That lurks in the night And the self doubt doesnt leave I dont go searching for a wife when Im hurting out thrice for the gender that I need Im talking bout Everybodys only tryna get it how they live it and I get that pretty lady An L Boog taught me something just about that, things were simple baby Its a love thing, Gossipy So next time I got you on top of me And you pillow talk back, I wont pick apart the fact your sad and suffering till your honest [Chorus Out]
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