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letra de never loved you back - reverie

you’re a f-cken stupid dumb b-tch. stop blowing up my phone
stop swearing that you’re sorry, i can hear it in your tone
that youre lying. you ve been crying, but i could care less baby
let me down too many times. too f-cken caught up in the lines
you’re on my mind but not because i miss you
i’m thinking about putting a bullet in your head
getting you jumped, i wanna diss you. kiss you
when youre all bl–dy, and bruised, and damaged
let you try- you couldn’t manage
too f-cken selfish, insecure. mixing dirty with the pure-
got you knocked. im too much
too f-cken hood with the business while you playing games like 2 touch
you rush to conclusions, -ssumptions with no reasons
you’re a weirdo! bipolar and confused like the seasons
i’m not gonna explain myself. so get off the nuts and stop asking
“why i left,” “what you did,” cuz you know the f-cken answer
lies spreading like cancer. no cure, no pills
all the weed that i smoke, between the g and the c0ke-
i got you figured out before you figured out yourself
you’re a rude, self centered, inconsiderate son of a b-tch
i’m done with ya b-tch, i’m done with your games
done looking at your sick face, i’m done calling you names
so..

leave me alone. get the f-ck outta my face
stop blowing up my phone. stop coming round my place
because im done with ya b-tch. go cop another c0ke sack
revery gets the last laugh cuz i never loved you back

i bet you’re feeling real good. contemplate your mistakes
which one out of the 51 ? all within a month!
you’re a joke, a little boy, irresponsible, a toy
s-d-sticly playing with your head while we laying in bed
enough said, im the boss, im the sh-t, its your loss
cuz im cool. don’t need no b-tch around making me look like a fool
no more of your bull sh-t, bird sh-t, your sh-t
makies me laugh, makes me sick, yeah i know what the cure is
that’s why youre alone. that’s why i never loved you back
i knew you’d end up being a b-tch, f-cken lame, that’s a fact
you proved my point, it’s all good, i don t need you around
but stop knocking on my window. im still holding my ground
bow down to the queen, i was playing you the whole time
once im done with a b-tch, pick up the next one in line
till he gets annoying, or he bugs, or wont give me drugs
till he thinks he wears the pants. stupid b-tch falls in love
but i’m a no loving, cold hearted, ruthless lok
feed yourself your own pleas till you throw it up or choke
talk your sh-t to the choir, or maybe to the jury
cuz i sure don’t give a sh-t. i will spit in your slurpee
you ain’t worthy of my attention. now im making you suffer like detention
your name don’t even get mentioned
cuz you’re just another piece of -ss, got kicked to the curb
if i could describe you in one syllable
“b-tch” would have to be the word

- reverie

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