ContraVein - Blighted Blessings

God thank you for the blessings I've received
From the depths of Hell, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Thank you God
Blessed me with the wit to please three
Next to God is my girl, lookin' at my every move
God, I'm proof
That the world only spins around the ones that we love
'Round the ones what we love, you're the one
God I'm blessed, I'll confess that I've made a few mistakes
God I know, I gotta know, if my girl hangin' fakes
With the snakes
Goin' on dates, hangin' with the crew with the makeup
And the vague club with the people that I hate
Hangin' with the dudes that be makin' all the moves
But you know they ain't approved, trynna get you on a date
They all up in your face, trynna get your number, babe
Trynna make another tape, girl slap 'em in the face
But you got me scared, at yo ass, you caught' him starin'
They gon' ask you 'bout yo hair, got a condom they prepared
I'm fed up with your shit, got my wrist you wanna slit, wanna hit you like Will Smith
But I got too much respect
I ain't want a misdemeanor, but you know I'm mistah meaner
Girl you think I'm blowing steam? Bitch you got a fever
Smokin' all that reefer, I ain't do that shit nah, either
Got my brain thinkin' deeper, creature sayin' you a cheater
Got me blowing through the meter, got the blow from the cleaner
Bitch you better blow me cheaper, then I know that you a keeper
God thank you for the blessings I've received
From the depths of Hell, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Thank you God
Blessed me with the wit to please three
Next to God is my girl, I'm lookin' at her every move
God, I'm proof
Gotta tell me now, you gotta promise me you're telling the truth
I look in your eyes and I want to trust… I just… you've been overwhelmed with lust
We were doing great, going strong… where'd I go wrong?
Don't tell me another fuckin' lie
Fuck that
Fuck this
Fuck them, and
Fuck you
I trusted you with my love
And you threw me in the dirt
I can call your bluff
You dirty little flirt
Can you keep a secret
Just between you and me?
I've known the whole time
You're on dude number three
I'm gonna fuck them up
Inches from their life
You flirty little fuck
Stab him with a knife
They ain't shit
And you can't convince me otherwise
I'm gone

Written by:
Jason Ardan

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