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sbn3 – malinda lyrics

“when a girl walks out on you it’s not that you need to learn how to take an l…. it’s that you need to learn how to allow her to take the l”

last week i slid in her dms
i liked a couple pictures so i knew she would see them
i’m up in the pm and then she left me on read
was she actually busy or did she read what i said?
“oh it’s you again” that’s what she said
we got history and it f+cks with her head
shred photos, and her friends don’t know
and the memories blissful when them benzos go
i ain’t talking last week
i’m talking 8 d+mn years that she ain’t f+cking with me
had me locked down, wouldn’t give the key
so i gotta make her pay, here’s the story for free
she was playing okami, whole case of chobanis
rang my skype, followed suit, no armani
what’s up mami? “i’m just playing my station+
i’m getting impatient, please pick a location”
we had only talked for like 2 moons
malinda it’s too soon, you know i respect you
then she like “f+ck you, you ain’t even that dude”
every word hurt but i knew that they weren’t true
i told her sh+t that no one else would
mutuals on deviantart, we were good
i’m reading her journals, not skimming, it’s all night
i noticed a sad line, i message “you alright?+
add me i’m on skype, you’re up for a call, right?”
telling girls sweet sh+t, you know that they all bite
that be misogynistic
she’s seeing some guy but sh+t i’m still optimistic
he sounds wack but see i sound right
he ain’t even tell ya that your eyebrows nice
it’s clearer than your skin, in it i found life
and i’m tryna smell good cause your noise point right
and your neck so tight, well sh+t she fell overnight
now she reading every poem in the journals i write
she’s like “wow he’s an artist”
that’s how it all started for the dearly departed
after 5d’s with these pennies i’m revving
i see her at san j+pan 2011
she sees me too and slips through dude in the room
asking “what’s up you? i should catch up with you soon”
and we’re back in my room, so many things
so many stories that her costumes would bring
hands getting sweaty cause she cosplayed a king
she taking off her gloves and i’m seeing a ring
why your finger glitzy? are you f+cking with me?
am i getting tipsy? spun it 360
and b+tch you gonna miss me
++sorry that’s screwed up i really shouldn’t call you that
she’s like “it’s okay he calls me that too”
i’m like what the f+ck you talkin’ bout, who calls you that boo?
holds up the ring, “he does, only when i deserve it”
i’m like no that’s abuse, you gotta let me unearth it
soon i trip through the room, is he hitting you too?
i’m tugging at her collar and i’m seeing a bruise
she’s lifting up her sleeve and i’m seeing it’s two
don’t let me see it’s three or he’s getting the tomb
i don’t like two of you, f+ck it that’ll ruin you
spill it and he’s suing you, why you let him do it to you?
why you let him do it to you?
she just stared
“i should go” that’s what she said when she got up
d+mn i got odd luck, it’s all that she brings
oh and one more thing
cosplay bakura and get tossing that ring
8 years later and i made her a track
she blocked me on twitter and i made her one back

i am god

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