Follow Embed  Look, I just want to make you better  I think I
could save you Grew with disdain though I hate whoever ain't you
Hate when I can't date you but I also need my space too I made
room for this love. How foolish of me And every woman looking at
you knew that you was lucky So check the verse miss. I ain't say
I'm perfect And now it hurts to be around or converse with ya
And what’s worse is before this, I had worshiped you Now war
missiles hand guns and grenades Now momma told me be careful who
you love G said just rap it up, these bitches actin up And as
for us, we was different though. Things have gotten difficult
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time with your friends all the time And all that time with your
friends put my momentum on decline My minds gone evil. You
changed with the season You had a new clear heart. Guess I was
Hiroshima  So when this war is over I'm not PTSD'ing  And I
don't wanna leave her. But you know what got me wonderin' I'm
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