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I DON'T WANT YOU (feat. AxR)

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(Sixam on the beat)
I spent eight months, wasnt sober
Every night I'm hangin' over
Opened up my eyes to see I wasn't what you're craving for
And I was only young but it's a year ago, but never closure
Moving on is crazy for me
Ain't remember signing for it
I don't want you, you don't want me
Don't know how to front you if I never get the time of day
Tied my tongue, I left you hungry
Drownin' in the storm, my head be lightening like it's tampa bay
You're in my head, on the front of every magazine
I'm getting bread, you gon' miss me in that limousine
We're all talk, but I hurt you right behind the scenes
Body won't walk, when I used to hit behind the sheets
Mind me, hyperactive, cheques I get it cashed in
Faded on a starship, packed it and I gassed it
You remember when I used to live it pure, no relaxants
December when we used to be in love, now you're past it
Switched up, one who never left, got attached
Got me mixed up, so obsessed with death, not the tax
Smokin' swishers, numbing the upset, matter fact
Not your mister, never meant to last, could we ever last
Curin' broken hearts, wit a mug that's full of hennessy
Comfy in the dark, as I'm scrollin' through our memories
Never meant to start, what you finished, should've let you leave
It's tearing me apart, cause all I know is
I don't want you, you don't want me
Don't know how to front you if I never get the time of day
Tied my tongue, I left you hungry
Drownin' in the storm, my head be lightening like it's tampa bay
You're in my head, on the front of every magazine
I'm getting bread, you gon' miss me in that limousine
We're all talk, but I hurt you right behind the scenes
Body won't walk, when I used to hit behind the sheets
I don't want you, you don't want me
Don't know how to front you if I never get the time of day
Tied my tongue, I left you hungry
Drownin' in the storm, my head be lightening like it's tampa bay
You're in my head, on the front of every magazine
I'm getting bread, you gon' miss me in that limousine
We're all talk, but I hurt you right behind the scenes
Body won't walk, when I used to hit behind the sheets

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Ethan Hart

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