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GODBLESSYALLREALGOOD

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Fuck me? fuck me? Oh, okay

Alright, alright, that's cool

Bet, alright then, fuck me then

Alright then, bet

I was met with silence when I reached out to you

Shrug, oh well, we could've worked things out ourselves

If I never see y'all again

I guess I'll see y'all in hell and forever clean blood off myself

You ever know someone who makes the world their sidekick?

It's dap and smiles from every clique when they come 'round to visit?

If I was still sixteen, I'd talk about how I was sickened

To know that he could do no wrong and I was just the fat kid

If I could talk to sixteen-year-old me, I'd be like, "You're too young to get this

But you need to be flexible with all your future visions

Everyone around you is showing you their true intentions

And you'll have just yourself to blame if you don't learn to listen"

God

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

So I guess this is how it's got to be?

What I'm talkin' about, dude, is all y'all dead to me

I got the county tatted on me twice, you wanna see?

Wish I could look over y'all shoulder when this gets a read

You had to insulate your mans from Big Bad Pierce

As though he wasn't my mans too and for him I too feared

You couldn't see a way our friendship wouldn't end in tears

But all of this is just assumption, we ain't speak in years

Wanted all you niggas up with me

I wanted to include everybody

Y'all content to live it out in Calvert County

And I was straight up wrong to look down on it

But you can't understand what had happened

At that party that y'all had for Chris

You were too lit to remember it

You fail yourself each day you live

And that's why I call you bitch, I betcha

I was a bitch too, I was slow to move

They felt they couldn't trust me and that shit was true

How you think it made them feel to see me around you?

And it was never too soon to step into they shoes

I wanted to handle this together

Like we always do, or did, shit

We're disposable? Bitch, fuck all y'all

I was tryna pass the ball, bitch, fuck all y'all

I was playing against the wall, bitch, fuck all y'all

Bitch, fuck all y'all, bitch, fuck all y'all

Solidarity is a loaded word, I learned

When one of the girls was like, "We don't like her"

You'll never know how deep that shit cut when I heard

I got two in the hand for you, you fucking bird

Me and Lea are cool and y'all abandoned her too

Me and Nat are cool and y'all abandoned them too

Sometimes I wonder how it seems to you from your point of view

Because only inside my pain can I be that comfortable

I wept when I wrote this, but I'll laugh again

Even if it's just at all the lessons in the end

And I was lucky to preserve my presence as a friend

But it ain't lost on me I was the darkestskinned

For so long, the grief was beyond tears

Perforated by silence, denial, and merely

Spreading the processing across years

Yeah, detachment can be weird

The wedding pictures and baby pictures

Do too well to remind me

Of the friends that so easily left us behind

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

These bitch-ass niggas don't give a fuck

I know your heart despite all of this

Because you couldn't go through with it

But I guess "best friend" was just bullshit

Because it didn't have to be like this

That's why I call you bitch, I betcha

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