𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. Damn. That was quick. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. What? Two in the morning, your name lights the screen “Just one drink” — boy, we both know what that means I leave you on read, let the blue light burn Then I drop one pin, watch your little car turn Black coat on my chair, lip print on the glass You came here for closure? Man, kiss my ass Don't call me toxic, that's lazy as shit I told you the deal You romanticized it 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. You like my mouth, my nerve, my bad timing I say, “I should leave,” with your hand on my thigh and— 𝘖𝘰𝘱𝘴. See? That's the shit You want a good girl? Boy, wrong address I don't do soft-launch Don't post my face I do “you outside?” Then I'm gone by eight You knew the deal when you walked through the door Now you catching feelings— what the fuck for? You call it trouble when it don't go your way Talk like you're done, then beg me to stay Don't act brand-new You knew what it was You liked me better when you thought you ran shit 𝗜'𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁— 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲, 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲— 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘛𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 Bad for you Good to you Same damn thing 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 Mm. Not really You post “protect my peace” like you healed overnight Still watch every story the second it goes live Got a new little thing? Tell her keep it cute She wearing my perfume? Damn, that's a tribute I ain't even jealous I just clocked the scene You love a clean image with a dirty routine Say I make it hard— nah, you make it easy One “you up?” and your moral compass go missing 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯. You talk real loud in the group-chat thread Face-to-face? Whole lotta nothing gets said I ain't your lesson your ex, your excuse Don't hand me your guilt like I asked for the truth You made me the villain— cool, I look good But don't clean up the night like you wish that you could Swear on your mama this time is the last Then my name lights up and your promise gets trashed You say “last time” like you mean that shit I say “come through” and you fold real quick Don't act brand-new You knew what it was You liked me better when you thought you ran shit 𝗜'𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁— 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲, 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲— 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘛𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 Could've left me alone. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵. Could've kept your little halo clean. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵. Quit making me the reason you got no self-control. You know you like it You know you like it You know— 𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁. 𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗽. 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛?! 𝗜'𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁— 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵! 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦! 𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗥𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲, 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲— 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 Again? For real? Pick a side. 𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 Do it to yourself Do it to yourself 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. Again. 𝘌𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲.
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