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Dealing with the shit sober's got me fucked up
I know it's hard but is all love tough love?
Anxiety is real, depression's very heavy
I wear them both inside my hoodie
Wear them out to get me
You wanna get drunk so you can't remember nothing
It was me or whiskey?
Now you're pissed I wasn't bluffin'
Fuck it
You took a couple shots
Don't you dare fucking miss me
Miss unfaithful hit the backboard
Breaking bedsprings
So delete us from your phone
And never look back
Fuck you and your friends in LA
You know I mean that
I-I-I-I think you're the worst of them
I think you're the worst of them all
I think you're the worst, yeah
I think you're the worst of them all
I think you're the worst, yeah
I think you're the worst of them all
Am I dealing with a break-up or a breakdown?
Nights never been so loud
Without your voice's sound
You want a boss or a fucking white boy with a six pack?
What's then?
You had both in one but fucked around
I'd buy you everything on solid ground, yeah
I'm a poet and you know it
I'm a business steady growing
Didn't wanna listen
But you proved them right
I watched you blow it
Fuck it
So delete us from your phone
And never look back
Fuck you and your friends in LA
You know I mean that
I-I-I-I think you're the worst of them
I think you're the worst of them all [x2]
I think you're the worst of them all
I think you're the worst of them
Think you're the worst of them all
I think you're the worst of them
Think you're the worst of them all
I think you're the worst of them all
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