Heart is split in half and now my trash is filled with tissues/
There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news
And say that im trash, but bro you be looking in the mirror
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...
I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position
Get you high, keep it on the low
With lack of compassion in people though
People tryna get a line in the bathroom
But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
In which are people who believes in one,
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
I'm a mad man , you the last in for casting, trashing your lyrics like a trash
But right there, they still scheming, they not eating
But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/
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