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chris brown - hurt the same lyrics

[verse 1]
sick and tired of the bullsh-t, you won’t get another chance
f-cking lame n-ggas, i don’t really understand
’cause you know i’ma cash out, f-ck the rubberbands
i bought you everything, peanut b-tter benz
you was s’posed to be there when i got out of jail
but you’d rather hoe out with all of your friends
going crazy, did my time, you ain’t send me mail
takin’ l’s when i was tryna make you win, ain’t had no bail
you supposed to be down for your n-gga
baby, where you at? baby, who you with? girl, you slippin’
i was supposed to have your heart
but you just kept me in the dark, by painting pictures
i know you lying and you sneaking, i’m just stating facts
i’m just that dummy who believed you ’cause i loved your -ss
not the only n-gga who been through that
but i’m the only n-gga with receipts and popping tags

[pre-chorus]
i was looking forward to us makin’ love
and wakin’ up for round two
but you ain’t stayed long enough, and it’s f-ckin’ me up
learning from them hoes that’s around you

[chorus]
and now you up on games, no
you don’t see me the same, no
the drugs, they can numb the pain
poppin’ bars, the easy part, but i still hurt the same

[verse 2]
thinkin’ ’bout these b-tches when i’m rollin’ up
i’m just tryna vibe, wanna feel the love, two b-tches like double dutch
off that purple actavis, i stay with that double cup
i just switched my style up, now she stuck like what the f-ck
started not to care, european real, bought a couple foreigns
drivin’ outta here, know that molly get me there
just a couple sips, just so i forget, don’t remember sh-t
get a lot of p-ssy, don’t f-ck with relationships
i’m out my mind, on that crazy sh-t
on my brazy sh-t, don’t wanna know who she be f-cking with
she tryna break my heart, i know you lovin’ it
you on some other sh-t and i’m on my own again

[pre-chorus]
i was looking forward to us makin’ love
and wakin’ up for round two
but you ain’t stayed long enough, and it’s f-ckin’ me up
learning from them hoes that’s around you

[chorus]
and now you up on games, no
you don’t see me the same, no
the drugs, they can numb the pain
poppin’ bars, the easy part, but i still hurt the same

[verse 3]
think of ways to navigate
why you steady throwin’ shade on my name?
while i’m taking all the blame
we both messed up and goin’ separate ways
you f-ckin’ them n-ggas, i’m f-ckin’ them b-tches
all that silly sh-t won’t make a difference
know what it is, i’m the man in my city
he only look at your -ss and your t-tties
you don’t need makeup, you know that you pretty
you kinda crazy, you know that i get it
half on a baby, you know that i did it
guilty as charged, i ain’t gonna be innocent
i’m tryna be limitless
i’m tryna f-ck up all the hennessy
you know i say “f-ck all my enemies”
i know you on your independent sh-t
quality over quant-ty
bad b-tch right in front of me
can’t lie, baby, honestly
’cause that p-ssy remindin’ me

[chorus]
and now you up on games, no
you don’t see me the same, no
the drugs, they can numb the pain
poppin’ bars, the easy part, but i still hurt the same

[outro]
up on game
you don’t see me the same, no
numb the pain, yeah
poppin’ bars, easy part, still hurt the same

- chris brown lyrics

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