C-CLOWN (씨클라운) - Untitled

I was a freshman
Had yet to lessons of the world
Till I learned em from a girl
Learned that love a deadly weapon since conception
So much up to perception
Heartbreak feel like Smith & Wesson through my chest and
Now I'm stressin, whether
You gone switch up with the weather
Gettin with another brother
When I really thought you neva
Really thought you betta
Hard believing that I grieving over love
Got me lookin to the lord above
Wishin on a turtle dove that we never fucked
Now we sittin outa love, and I'm outa luck
Like what the fuck, feeling like I got hit by a truck
Bitch I'm stuck
Up in situations of yo creation
First hoe to have me chasin
Now I'm back to basics
Knew you couldn't see the vision shoulda got you Lasik
But you was too complacent
Now I'm hittin hoes with precision
My decision was to say fuck it...

Written by:
Christian Moss

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