Expose You (Beat #2)
Courtney Pierce96 Plays
•09 Jan 2020
met you at your worst you think that you're the best? that's only cause I gave you the heart in my chest I told you you were flawless I told you you were blessed now you need to get checked you not bout to have me stressed he said that we'd get married and have kids oh he did? said he'd get me some new designer kicks oh he did? he said he wouldn't change if he made it big now you hyped him so high he forgot where he is all made up and no where to go all these strangers, he still not on my phone he couldn't wake up, hope he feels this alone cause *you can't turn a traphouse into a home* how you come from old money but still white trash smoking crack in the easy pass trying not to crash world at your feet, ungreatful ass feels need to bash then you talking bout the streets, Trump hat in your stash how could you talk about me when you were the set back, dumb or playing make believe your words wouldn't get back, I was real and relieved but you just wouldn't let that, go through your head picking fights to deflect that I've had more insightful and way less spiteful men, baby boy go and cry to your idol remember when that was me, goddess my title worshipped like a bible, I tried moving forward, you wanna stay idle all the love you were sending me how much you ment to me erased that from your memory now you straight offending me pupils like the base of Hennessy gone off amphetamines I dont pretend I am only me you pose for the screen talking bout spraying tech you a fuckin wreck drug money ain't bought the belts you flex that's your Daddy's checks talking bout you about respect thats straight disrespect wouldn't snitch for a billion but you, you'd call to collect
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met you at your worst you think that you're the best? that's only cause I gave you the heart in my chest I told you you were flawless I told you you were blessed now you need to get checked you not bout to have me stressed he said that we'd get married and have kids oh he did? said he'd get me some new designer kicks oh he did? he said he wouldn't change if he made it big now you hyped him so high he forgot where he is all made up and no where to go all these strangers, he still not on my phone he couldn't wake up, hope he feels this alone cause *you can't turn a traphouse into a home* how you come from old money but still white trash smoking crack in the easy pass trying not to crash world at your feet, ungreatful ass feels need to bash then you talking bout the streets, Trump hat in your stash how could you talk about me when you were the set back, dumb or playing make believe your words wouldn't get back, I was real and relieved but you just wouldn't let that, go through your head picking fights to deflect that I've had more insightful and way less spiteful men, baby boy go and cry to your idol remember when that was me, goddess my title worshipped like a bible, I tried moving forward, you wanna stay idle all the love you were sending me how much you ment to me erased that from your memory now you straight offending me pupils like the base of Hennessy gone off amphetamines I dont pretend I am only me you pose for the screen talking bout spraying tech you a fuckin wreck drug money ain't bought the belts you flex that's your Daddy's checks talking bout you about respect thats straight disrespect wouldn't snitch for a billion but you, you'd call to collect
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