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letra de not love - ceph jeff

[verse 1]
lately i don’t know where i’m at
two dogs and a cat, k!lla cam on the bose speakers
and i got mad hoes on my n-ts-ck
but it all feels empty like a big balloon
how long i got til that other shoe drop? it gon’ pop soon
p-ssy is not love and i know it, even though i love it
continue to win, but it just fills in for what i need and all that i lost
might hurt someone just to calm my nerves
and reassure myself that i’m still the boss
but i know that i won’t get it back and it’s gone
so i try to react by just tryna’ have fun
i worry my best days are over and done
but i put it on milo that i’ll never give up

[prechorus]
wasted time, wasted years
but i ain’t give a f-ck about a you ain’t herе
you f-cked me up, you scandalous hoe
but i ain’t cry about thе day i let you go

[chorus]
you f-cked me up but i let it go (i let it go)
‘cuz if i don’t, amma wind up dyin’ alone (dyin’ alone)

you f-cked me up but i let it go (i let it go)
cuz if i murder you, i gotta murder so many more (so many more)
you f-cked me up but i let it go (i let it go)
‘cuz if i don’t, amma wind up dyin’ alone (dyin’ alone)

you f-cked me up but i let it go (i let it go)
‘cuz if i murder you, i gotta murder so many more (so many more)

[verse 2: rigo]
(uh) that’s why i cannot f-ck with these hoes
gotta let her know i’m burnt just like i touched the stove
(uh) i was playin’ these mind games
f-ckin’ up where my mind stays
one eighty, two eighty, drivin’ out on the highway

[prechorus]
wasted time, wasted years
but i ain’t give a f-ck about a you ain’t here
you f-cked me up, you scandalous hoe
but i ain’t cry about the day i let you go

[chorus]
you f-cked me up but i let it go (i let it go)
‘cuz if i don’t, amma wind up dyin’ alone (dyin’ alone)

you f-cked me up but i let it go (i let it go)
‘cuz if i murder you, i gotta murder so many more (so many more)

[verse 3]
you were a drunk, always played me like a punk
couldn’t handle havin’ an ig or workin’ at the stripclub
feedin’ off of that attention like a hoe
crossin’ lines every night even if it wasn’t physical
and i bet it’s even worse than the sh-t that i know
because all that you hide is much more than you tell
hh well, we already pressed the self-destruct b-tton
it’s over and gone and it’s too late to do nothin’

- ceph jeff

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