& and i'm worth my sugar
my career took off
once i ditched that hooker
flicked her off
like a nasty booger
from under my thumb
to another pusha
now i'm eating bigger plates
finer tastes
eyeing real estate
You were just a waste
of all my precious time
along with all those white lines...
and all your white lies...
you were always so sly...
and slithery..
so i started composing my own
symphony
changed the numbers to my phone
no sympathy
forgot the numbers to yours
your sins a litany
bet you still wake up in cold sweats
dreams so real
still missing me...
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