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letra de tyler's sad song - hitemupty

i know you mad at me, but tell me who you pressin’ though
you hurt i check on you when i’m hurt, you not checkin’ though
i text your phone, you don’t text back, but i’m not stressin’ though
i say somethin’ it rub you the wrong way, but you not expressin’ though
you don’t even show me that you hurt, you don’t even tell me
girl, you just smile up at my face and try to sell me
you keep on testin’ me, you waitin’ just to fail me
you coulda ended it long ago, back when you l’d me
let it all build up, and then you get mad, and then you press me
comin’ at me wrong with claims, i’m f-ckin’ on my bestie
that sh-t you doin’, it’s not cool, you don’t imprеss me
you talkin’ sh-t all on your story, indirectly, it’s crazy
asked did you want out, and you told mе no
knowin’ that you lyin’ to my face, all i can say is, oh
you let so much sh-t build up, then you let it blow
you needed a reason, and once you got it, you can’t wait to go

pretty little thing, you a pretty little liar
and you chasin’ that degree for that job you desire
and i’m chasin’ this girl, so i feel like michael myers
and i tell you why i do stuff, you be thinkin’ i’m a liar
i know how it feel to be lied to
told me that i hurt you when i promised i ain’t try to
know you finna leave, and i’m not mad that you decided to
girl, if this is it, i just hope you know i’m proud of you
i went to the club and b-tches pullin’ on my zipper
i done moved fifteen bands at the party with the strippers
and i, i couldn’t resist when shawty told me, just come tip her
and i, i had some shots and fell in love with a stripper
n-ggas ain’t sh-t, girl, i know you feelin’ like that
told me you like girls, now i’m knowin’ that you like that
texted your phone, i said, hold on, i’ll be right back
left me on read, you ain’t even f-ckin’ type back
i’m drunk as f-ck, i’m at the club and i’m with rell
these b-tches in here, they be f-ckin’ through they zelle
and if i f-ck one, then i promise i won’t tell
but they don’t got sh-t but that p-ssy that they sell
sorry for what i did, girl, i’m sorry that i hurt you
but baby girl, i promise i won’t dessert you
girl, i know you feelin’ hurt, but i was hurt too
thinkin’ that you mine, but you f-ckin’ on the church
i know you mad at me, but tell me who you pressin’ though
you hurt i check on you, i’m hurt, but you not checkin’, though
i text your phone, you don’t text back, but i’m not stressin’, no
i say somethin’ it’s rubbin’ you the wrong way, but you not expressin’, though
you don’t even show me that you hurt, you don’t even tell me
girl, you just smile up in my face and try to sell me
you keep on testin’ me, you waitin’ just to fail me
you coulda ended it long ago back when you l’d me
you coulda ended it back when i first shot my shot
when i first shot it, did i make it? no, i did not
saw you liked girls so i stopped stirrin’ up the pot
but then i guess you wanted to damage me for the plot
and now i’m sittin’ here, guess i’m supposed to be hurt
you started with me, girl, really, you the flirt
my love for you dying tonight, my love for you on a shirt
i gotta block you now so you can’t even lurk

every time i try to claim you, you say i’m single
then as soon as i go do some single sh-t
and i go out to mingle, now all of a sudden i’m the bad guy
all of a sudden i ended it, you just needed a reason to leave
and i gave it to you
and honestly, i’m glad, cause you was
you was already talkin’ up the n-ggas anyway, sh-t

- hitemupty

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