A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
I gave you false hope and for that i'm truly sorry
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
You gave me confidence, about my appearance especially my weight
I gave you the gun.. but not for your head
Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead
I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you
Pop a few xanies in lieu of you/the high gave me a brand new view.
Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting
That same dude you gave nothing, i made something doing
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
You gave me hell whether or not i asked for it
I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face
And you took all the love that i gave
If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head
As if you gave a fuck what i did or said
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