Juan Pablo - Broken Glass

Shattered all the glass on the windows + wall
Shattered all the mirrors that I come across
Sorry that I loved you, sorry that I...
Bulletproof glass ain't strong enough, I ain't strong

Blood on my knuckles, my hand is tough
Bulletproof glass ain't strong enough
Yeah

Broken glass shattered on the bathroom floor of the motel
Ain't the same boy that you knew so well
It was my ex vs. I since I was XVI and I put 16 on that old chanel
I spent time to get my money, I spent money on a hoe
Now we acting like we don't exist, I got nothing left to show (but diamonds and gold)
And I'm tired of this loving on my own (our love was gold)
Pyrite, you know it ain't gold

How can I convince myself I'm in love with you for so long?
How can I convince myself that I needed you when you were gone?

Our love ain't gold (our love ain't gold)
All we know, all we knew
Couple kids had to grow
So we grew and now we know
Our love ain't gold

Poker face on, my hand is tough
Deal with the devil ain't hard enough
Yeah

Bitches be calling up on my phone and I swear that they all got some issues
You already know that I fucked them, I thought it was all 'cause I missed you
But the more that I'm looking right back at the past, realized that something was missing
Never felt love when I kissed you, convinced myself that I was in it
I wasn't in it, I wasn't in your heart
Surprised we made it this far, we had problems from the start
And I can't complain about your lyin' ass
I lied to you and I ain't love you back

How can I convince myself I'm in love with you for so long
How can I convince myself that I needed you when you were gone?
Why do I convince myself I'm in love with you when I'm not?
Why do I convince myself that you're right, when you're wrong?

Everybody know the deal, sit your ass down and stay still
If you really want to get it, we can get it, that's for real
Bitches texting me again, got them instagram messages
If you want to get it, we can get it, I'm in my head again
Everybody know if you're with it, we can get it
I be living out my life, wanna see tomorrow, forget it
I be living to the morning, you be living with the night
You can take that fucking bitch, that bitch just fucked up my life

Get the hammer, get the hammer man
(Nope)
I'm getting sick of this shit

Written by:
Juan Pablo

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