I like how you acted like a bitch
When I called you on your shit
Get out of the fucking kitchen
if you can't handle it.
Get Mad Nigga!
And I could give a fuck
But I don't!
So go ahead and count the tallies up.
Blow after blow
Ribs hurt
Eyes blue
I almost can't believe
That I once loved you.
This shit is petty,
Now I see your colors true.
For the first time
with un-blind eyes
Here you go again
back to a cat I demise.
Toe to toe
Blow for blow
Is how our future unfolds.
Its old.
The past has the futures story told.
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