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reverie - relationshit lyrics

[pre-verse]
i don’t really have time to be thinking about you know
moving on and on and i figured out how
i figured out how

[verse1]
don’t get it twisted i’m in love, baby’s still my only one
trap this in my vein, shoot it up, the slyest a drug
and the thoughts have been the hustle, [?]
then my heart was like a million f-cking pieces to a puzzle
a couple, not subtle, the bottle [?] trouble sampled over the memories
regardless [?] of forgetting these qualities
that we used to value, without to doubt you
changed how possessive-agressive this is, infectous
i let this go too far, i’m fearing what lays ahead
i beg you to let me leave, but you force me to stay instead
an’ i read all your f-cking texts, all the calls to your ex
only reason for a call at 3 in the morning is for s-x
i forget about the tension when you holding me tight
i stay awake while you sleeping baby all of the nights
i cry myself to sleep, it cutting me h-lla deep
it’s about the time for me to leave, so baby don’t even speak

[hook] x2
i bet you don’t even remember half the sh-t that you spray (?)
always tell me you didn’t mean it, then why is it you say
words to con my confidence
sick of all your promises
i know you’ll never find a woman like this
gone in the wind

[verse2]
we spoke about it over [?] and drinks
but as soon as the liquour kicked in, didn’t even have to think
look at me, h-lla b-tterflies, cheeks flushing like crazy
and no matter how you hurt me, just can’t seem to leave you baby
and maybe it’s my fault for letting you take advantage
of my kindness, my blindness, sometimes i despise this
relationsh-t
cause every time we get to fighting i’m hurting
physically and mentally, it’s not enticing
just like you; what has become with this, relief
i’m like i’m done with it
cause i think [?] breaking up [?]
it’s like my punishment
i’m too grown to be going through this
much too educated and pretty to be blowing a kiss
to somebody who’s gonna toss it around, like it is a common thing
like a boy’s many b-tches, steady lining up a day
and to play h-lla games, that’s just too embryonic
i gotta leave baby, we were better off [?] platonic

i don’t really have time to be thinking about you know
moving on and on and i figured out how
i, i figured out how
moving on and on

[hook mixed w. pre-verse x4]

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