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Paint a Picture
- (immediately start off instrumental)
- {V1}
- Two thousand fifteen, the year we started datin',
- I'll never forget the moment, acted on my contemplating,
- 'Cus I know that you'd be waitin', infatuated with your patience,
- And so I stopped debatin', and started expectatin',
- Like a guy that lost his sight, cus now I'm ex spectating
- And once she cheated, she left me low like a FedEx rating
- So low that I started contemplating a con templating,
- Didn't even put up a fight like Floyd in a heavyweight ring,
- I just let it happen, and I knew it was going on,
- Long before her best friend even raised the damn alarm,
- About how she was going to dinner with her new breadwinner,
- A coke addict that was a drug spinner, yea, and they finna,
- Have unprotected sex, and guess what happen nex'?
- Expecting 2 months after we broke up over tex',
- And that got me stressed and perplexed, because the thoughts in my head,
- Wouldn't give me no damn rest, but I digress,
- That's not the whole story,
- She told me if she got pregnant she's abortin',
- At least before the age of 30, or 40,
- I don't remember,
- Because all the lies you told me have been with me since September,
- Oh yeah, remember? September, the month we got together,
- And that year we planned a holiday away, to get a,
- "Break from all these bullshit fakes that still with me to this day"
- Yeah, that's what you said,
- But nearly 8 months later and you still got friends,
- The ones I introduced you to, the ones you took from me,
- They took your side of the story, and then thought it was so funny,
- That I was depressed and almost killed myself,
- Real funny when your best friends are the furthest from help,
- My mind is an ocean but my hearts feelin' like kelp..
- (hook type shit, WIP)
- And them first few weeks they flew, by,
- Started off awkward but we grew, right,
- Your love got me crazy like a new high,
- All the things you told me they weren't true, cry
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- {V2}
- Like, we gonna grow old, have a baby,
- Move into our own house before we eighty,
- Well, more like thirty,
- And those were lies I believed until you done me dirty,
- That was 10 percent of my life wasted in a hurry,
- So when I found out, damn right it sent me in a flurry,
- Writing these rhymes and creating the sound that you bury,
- Inside of your head and think about it when you're feelin' depressed,
- But let's get back to picture we're painting,
- Back to the girl who turned out to be Satan,
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