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I can't lie at one point I used to love looking at you,
But I never thought I could be in love with you.
See, while you may possess a pretty face you got an ugly soul that needs editing like a default page on Myspace.
And even though it’s not my place I tried to help you, but running continuous circles is not my race.
That's why I quit track and I’m never going back.
That also explains why your name in my phone is back track trap.
I see the footprints you leave behind when you seductively walk by hoping ill follow,
But I won't, I'd rather swallow... 800 milligrams of *** that and 3 tablespoons of go to hell.
So keep walking twisting and twitching your hips,
Running around bragging about how you’re getting thick.
Just stop it!
The only thing thick on you is your lips,
And that's no offense to anyone else because girls with big lips are fine,
But yours are swollen big from slamming into each other all the damn time.
You never stop talking, always got something to say,
Always making demands forcing people to do things your way!
Well I’m not the one; I guess you can say you've met your match this time,
And I got girls willing to put in work to keep me from having to commit a crime.
You and some others been pushing buttons and waiting to see me click,
But keep pushing and waiting because this ain't it.
You caused this but even though you ran me hot,
This is nothing more than the bang of my first warning shot.
