Fight just to fuck just to fight again
World war three justified in bed
Mess me up, now we ain't even friends
But the truth is I'm kind of tired of
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn't feeling up no one but you
Lessons that I just can't seem to learn
I never thought you'd leave me two for two
Again
Lights out, Strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
Lights out, Strike out, I doubt
You'll ever find anyone
These bitches can't measure up
To my Ankles
Levels? Na, Levels? Na
Ankles
These bitches don't make it to my ankles
Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
Apologized but your twitter said no regrets
I'd kill for a mute button in my head
You alright but I'm tired of
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn't feeling up no one but you
Lessons that I just can't seem to learn
I never thought you'd leave me two for two
Again
Two feet , you're shallow, too real
I know too well, Backwoods, you're high
Backwards, two feet
Shallow, too real
I know two steps
Backwoods, you high
Backwards boy
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