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i could have the decency to say goodbye
you don’t care you want your fill
i wonder if id even cry
me & you we know the drill
though this time I’ve change the game
you can text or message it’s your call
the ball, my court, i keep the fame
i’ll stay on the bench, i rather not fall
so why not tell you the game is over
i’ll let us die in peace like the start
and stop the calls, send Donte red rover
ive chased you far now it’s your part
It’s all caught up, the pain you inflicted
Rent was due, now your evicted
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