ex files . . . .
yes itz true that my ex got the best of mebroke my heart 2 pieces so you only get whats left of me
add your own ingredients, suprise me with your recipe
& when ever u get next to me , it`ll be more then sex to me
but love will always Rest.In.Peace , my heart is not budgin
tell your friends u love [him] but you recieve no lovin
cuz` baby im a thug & i am black hearted
money cant buy love but i can black card it
im not trying to end up back wher i started
she hit me where my heart is and i took it the hardest
& i know thats the farthest , thing you want to do to me
but usually i end up fallin` for girls truly cute to me
& you just move to beautifly , can never just be you & me
i stopp`d looking in cupis tree i got tired of him shootin me. . . .
i got tired of him shooting me . . . . . =/
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