CTHRU!

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ISSBROKIE - Rap, USA

CTHRU!

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[Intro] You (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, go (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, go (Yeah) Fuck, fuck is wrong with you, boy? Go, go [Verse 1] Eye contact hurts when you know it's your fault Why they look hurt and don't answer your calls? Why we didn't work? 'Cause in the end I had no balls To tell her sorry in the first place, I had too much goin' on I walk out the party, the homies are following me Yeah, I hop in the whip, the sadness is swallowing me Yeah, 'cause when she looked over, it's like she ain't want me to be there (Fuck, fuck is wrong with you, boy?) So I'ma just do what she want, pack my shit and then leave [Chorus] 'Cause I can't see you Mad that I'm even around you again So I'll take my ass home just to cry in my bed 'Cause I'm so see through Faking my smiles for all of my friends, I don't know why I wanted to see you again You looked at me like you thought I was dead I replay that moment while I'm in my bed Staring at my ceiling, tryna make out you said Let me up in the booth to get you up out of my head [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm recording 16, off of the liquor, I'm tipsy Yeah, while I'm trying to mix, I'm wondering if you'll even miss me Yeah, I look in the mirror, like why my mascara be drippin'? Yeah, runnin' fingers through my hair, I'm mad that I even be trippin' 'bout you Got homies mad, I'm always bitchin' 'bout you Got my shawty pissed I'm even singing 'bout you And I'm tryna stay steady, keepin' my groove But I'm romanticizing my old pictures with you When I close my eyes, I get visions of you Remember the time I was kissing on you (Fuck, fuck is wrong with you, boy?) I wasn't trying to fuck and then dip on you, shawty I promise, I swear it's the truth that- [Chorus] I can't see you Mad that I'm even around you again So I'll take my ass home just to cry in my bed 'Cause I'm so see through Faking my smiles for all of my friends, I don't know why I wanted to see you again You looked at me like you thought I was dead I replay that moment while I'm in my bed Staring at my ceiling, tryna make out you said (Go, go) Let me up in the booth to get you up out of my head [Outro] (Oh, oh, oh) (Oh, oh)

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  • ISSBROKIE