This is a song about "Shit can hurt me you get butt hurt then you say stop"

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Until you get so hurt in you’re nerv spine,

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

My pain & my hurt you never go through

I'm sensitive, i can feel hurt, just by you shitting on my shirt/

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Better things to do/ then live in the sinister shadow of man who hurt you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Then you know, regret can't hurt you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Knowing you can no longer party

Don't think you can hide your feelings dont hurt me,

Mess around with me get hurt

Red bottoms with the spike work

// [i don't need you (don't hurt me)]

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free