STX - Forgive Me Father Its That Bitch's Fault

If I never met that bitch then I'd probably be rich
Didn't want to take a sip she told me take the fifth
Had to scratch the itch you can blame that bitch
But should've ditched this bitch
I wouldn't have to deal with this
We had some fun times I guess
I mean that one time I guess
When we made plans to change states, move three hours west
But then you had some things on your chest you had to confess
Must be heavy shit, way you explain got you out of breath
Staring blank I play it off and move on to the next
Soon as I drop you off, typing paragraph text
Not the ones that I used to
This one bitterly truthful
You done fucked me over now
Never again will I scoop you
Told me we'd move in talking into my pupils
Now you saying it all mean nothing, this one hitting crucial
Must've misconstrued things, thought feelings mutual
If I see you again all you hearing is DOO DOO
Shoot you in a church so the songs going PEW PEW
Baptized in blood might just swaddle in NUNU
Chastise our love type to WADDLE UP TO YOU
Listen, listen
Bitch look like a bottle so I had to go down on her
Man I went to town on her
Fucked around, unholy sounds
Now I am attached to her
Last night was in the bath with her
Now I'm out here trashing her
Don't even nod when passing her
Still sit in bed and laugh with her
Knew it wouldn't last with her
So must be a fool for asking her
We both made wounds, you washed mine with salt
Called at least six times, yet coms my fault
Been calm whole time, fuck you talking about
This shit comedy show, you the one who come at me hoe
You think I'm dumb, well I agree bro
I let myself believe we were more than lustful teen hope
See when I try talk bout you
My hands clam up palms soaked
My voice quivers, I choke
Like them times in the living room
Deep in your throat
Now I see through your smoke
You only use me for dope
If I see you with your friends
Might get with all three of them
Just to show you to us
You really mean nothing
See I don't really mean that
But want you to see
How I feel from ways that you treat me
Sick to my stomach, chest feels like you beat me
Why when I come around, you act like you ain't yet meet me
Let you off once
That was last of your freebies

Written by:
Nicholas Stilkey

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