This is a song about "How much she hurt me"

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I can't let go of her, she means too much to me to do that shit

Accured/ like she liked to watch me hurt/

That we picked up at the last concert

Look how much we've grown apart

A working genius, a work of art

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

Hey, must be the money

And there's little to be glad for

No matter how much you suffer

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I wana know how much u really love me

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

Something worth dying for

Mess around with me get hurt

Yeah you know i got that work