Lyrics

Life is getting rough I plead guilty Fall to easily But i Was more than enough You just used me You didn't need me Yeah i just had to run The other way Might just have to call it M.I.A You burning like the sun On my face The way you eat me up and spit me in my grave, i had to pick my pieces up Put them together It's for the better Without you i'm better I could have given up But no i'm better You change like the weather So i float like a feather Just so i could get used to being used to living solo You could never break me apart, i'm better on my own now Got me singing oh No, I'm singing oh I used to want to get in line just so i could find me some love But baby i'm not wasting time, all i need this time is a fuck I'm better on my own now, on my own now whoa I'm better on my own now, on my own now whoa I used to find you perfect, are you perfect? no I'd rather be a blind man, than be with you no whoa Oh Hope you're happy watching me just tearing down myself I hope that builds you up Someday I hope you'll care Crazy how your privileged ass just wants to feel my pain This ain't the life I want I hope you understand Stayed down but I'm alright It's not like you're even listening Pop it all just to stay alive If I die, I guess I'll see you in hell Somethings wrong, don't know why you want to test me Might fuck around, Lazarus myself to next week She won't let go. got me tethered to her whole scene Don't break my soul Woah Life is getting rough I plead guilty Fall to easily But i Was more than enough You just used me You didn't need me Baby, got a feeling that you hate me Honestly, I don't know why you don't just break me Don't worry bout me, girl I'm used to it I don't feel nothing girl I'm used to it Take my attitude away and go sleep in the dirt That's really what I'm worth I'mma show you hurt Honestly I wished I stopped selling myself so short I forget what for I'm better on my own now, on my own now whoa I'm better on my own now, on my own now whoa I used to find you perfect, are you perfect? no I'd rather be a blind man, than be with you no whoa Oh Ooh Ooh Oh Oh Left a little room for patience, swear you all the same Want to fuck her straight forward, she like fucking games 8 dime bags in, she said she powdering She do it for the house, want me to wear her shame Cumming all up on my face, she made a fucking mess Now she riding til she numb, they rolling off her dress And she try to make it count, she said "I know you're next" And when she get high she doing lower best Go make yourself at home, we don't turn on any lights She set her phone on top on my one night stand And she's never going to stop for this one night stand That girl be networking, call that shit broadband And she cumming on the beat straight wrapping And she sold my boy an ounce, she think she trapping She said she's ahead but we're a lap in And my boys don't know better so they laughing Woah (To you) Woah oh Woah (To you) Woah
Writer(s): Sergey Malakhov, Omar Shaker, Mace Syre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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