Letter To My Ex Lyrics

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Man I'm really sorry for the pain I put you through

No we ain't together still ain't shit I wouldn't do

Try to find a better man, hopefully he'll better you

I just know I ain't that man with the pain I put you through

Loving me aint easy, you know it's true

I was on some bull brought a gun up in the booth

You said stop moving wild 'cause you ain't bulletproof

I don't wanna' do the things my brain be telling me to do

God damn fuck it I feel crazy

And shit I might be

Still got me blushing from the day you said you liked me

Buy you all the Prada, that shit really just a light fee

And I'm really sorry when I lied and said you wifey, unlikely

Know you love to hike

Watch where you stepping

Snakes in the grass gotta watch who you repping

Let a nigga hurt you imma' beat his ass like Tekken

Two fists the weapon

Cut 'em up in sections

Know there ain't no shortage of people who wanna' kill on me

Do a drill on me

Why I keep the steel on me

Can't really blame 'em I was in the street with felons

Should've seen your worth, but I was blind like Helen

Keeping it a buck, I'm sorry that I did you wrong

Therapy, would've written you a different song

Smoke in my lungs, got depression pack the fucking bong

Ever hurt your ex, pipe the fuck up sing this fucking song

And it's fuck all ya friends, me and treeshes never got along

Man I miss your body, would've loved to see you in a thong

Gun to my head, and you know I ain't gon' make it long

Always causing pain, never meant to ever do you wrong

Man I'm really sorry for the pain I put you through

No we ain't together still ain't shit I wouldn't do

Try to find a better man, hopefully he'll better you

I just know I ain't that man with the pain I put you through

Loving me ain't easy, you know that's true

I was on some bull brought a gun up in the booth

You said stop moving wild 'cause you ain't bulletproof

I don't want to do the things my brain be telling me to do

God damn fuck it I feel crazy

And shit I might be

Still got me blushing from the day you said you liked me

Buy you all the Prada, that shit really just a light fee

And I'm really sorry when I lied and said you wifey, unlikely

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(Uhh huh)

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