Hurt the Same

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Chris Brown - Rap, R&B

Hurt the Same

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[Verse 1] Sick and tired of the bullshit, you won't get another chance Fuckin' lame niggas, I don't really understand 'Cause you know I'ma cash out, fuck the rubber bands I bought you everythin', peanut-butter Benz You was s'posed to be there when I got out of jail But you'd rather ho out with all of your friends Goin' crazy, did my time, you ain't send me mail Takin' L's when I was tryna make you win, ain't had no bail You supposed to be down for your nigga Baby, where you at? Baby, who you with? Girl, you slippin' I was supposed to have your heart But you just kept me in the dark like paintin' pictures I know you lyin' and you sneakin', I'm just statin' facts I'm just that dummy who believed you 'cause I loved your ass Not the only nigga who been through that But I'm the only nigga with receipts and poppin' tags [Pre-Chorus] I was lookin' forward to us makin' love And wakin' up for round two But you didn't stay long enough, and it's fuckin' me up Learnin' from them hoes that's around you [Chorus] And now you up on game, no You don't see me the same (No) The drugs, they can numb the pain Poppin' bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same [Verse 2] Thinkin' 'bout these bitches when I'm rollin' up I'm just tryna vibe, wanna feel the love, two bitches like double dutch Off that purple Actavis, I stay with that double cup I just switched my style up, now she stuck like what the fuck Started not to care, European rare, bought a couple foreigns Drivin' outta here, know that molly get me there Just a couple sips, just so I forget, don't remember shit Get a lot of pussy, don't fuck with relationships I'm out my mind, on that crazy shit On my brazy shit, don't wanna know who she be fuckin' with She tryna break my heart, I know you lovin' it You on some other shit and I'm on my own again [Pre-Chorus] I was lookin' forward to us makin' love And wakin' up for round two But you didn't stay long enough, and it's fuckin' me up Learnin' from them hoes that's around you [Chorus] And now you up on game, no You don't see me the same (No) The drugs, they can numb the pain Poppin' bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same [Verse 3] Think of ways to navigate Why you steady throwin' shade on my name? While I'm takin' all the blame We both messed up and goin' separate ways You fuckin' them niggas, I'm fuckin' them bitches All of that stupid shit won't make a difference Know what it is, I'm the man in my city He only look at your ass and your titties You don't need makeup, you know that you pretty You kinda crazy, you know that I get it Half on a baby, you know that I did it Guilty as charged, I ain't tryna be innocent I'm tryna be limitless I'm tryna fuck up all the Hennessy You know I say, "Fuck all my enemies" I know you on your independent shit Quality over quantity Bad bitch right in front of me Can't lie, baby, honestly 'Cause that pussy remindin' me [Chorus] And now you up on game, no You don't see me the same (No) The drugs, they can numb the pain Poppin' bars, the easy part, but I still hurt the same [Outro] Up on game You don't see me the same, no Numb the pain (Yeah) Poppin' bars, easy part, still hurt the same

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Credits

Writers
  • Teezio
  • d.a. got that dope
  • Chris Brown
  • James William Stewart