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letra de love sick - fredo bang

[intro]
(ain’t that dj chose over there? mm, look like dj chose)
(hardbody)
i’m out of love, all i got is insecurities
another broken heart, the only thing that put fear in me
told you i’m damaged, it just seem like you wasn’t hearin’ me
you say i’m toxic, i hope that you got the cure for me

[chorus]
’cause i’ve been lovesick (i’ve been lovesick), i don’t love sh-t (i don’t love sh-t)
i need my heart fixed (i need my heart fixed)
you ain’t real like you said, you was catfish
left me damaged, i’ve been lovesick (i’ve been lovesick)
’cause i’ve been lovesick (i’ve been lovesick)
that’s what i get for f-ckin’ with a bad b-tch (with a bad b-tch)
love lane, it done turned me to a savage
i don’t love sh-t, i’ve been lovesick

[verse 1]
how i get in my feelings and you leave me there?
been by your side, you act like you don’t see me here
gave you my energy, now you don’t wanna share
someone else had your attention, i just wish i was aware
i would’ve never gave my last to you, never tried to cuff on you
never tried to trustin’ you, i would just have f-cked on you
i got love scars, now i’m healin’ all these cuts from you
you missin’ me, i’m missin’ touchin’ you, i need another you, huh
’cause i been lovesick, yeah, my heart broke but a n-gga drunk rich
add it up, fifty plus, this sh-t ain’t average
turned me to a savage, i’ve been lovesick
[chorus]
’cause i’ve been lovesick (i’ve been lovesick), i don’t love sh-t (i don’t love sh-t)
i need my heart fixed (i need my heart fixed)
you ain’t real like you said, you was catfish
left me damaged, i’ve been lovesick (i’ve been lovesick)
’cause i’ve been lovesick (i’ve been lovesick)
that’s what i get for f-ckin’ with a bad b-tch (with a bad b-tch)
love lane, it done turned me to a savage
i don’t love sh-t, i’ve been lovesick

[verse 2]
where i’m from, this sh-t get rugged
and they have sticks, this sh-t be tragic
he stepped on him in dior, he was classy
he dropped a bag and he filed it on his taxes
yeah, and she wonder why i don’t trust her
who you clap for? you might be a opp, ho
b-tch, who sent you? who you gettin’ the drop for?
.40 on me, i could split you like a taco (grrr, yeah, yeah)
blame the last one
now she got me on a path, yeah, the fast one (the fast one)
it ain’t you, babe, it me, it’s what the past done (the past done)
i drop a bag, now my n-ggas tryna catch him (bah, bah, bah)

- fredo bang

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