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Memoirs: How To Love

Had a lot of crooks try to steal my heart

Sneaking through my windows

Breaking in my cars

Smoking all indo (weed)

tearing me apart

Pills on the counter

don’t want to feel the scars

Because they hurt real bad

Like waiting for your dad

But he never show,

so now ya momma mad

And you just want to see em

Got ya your own swag,

but you wan to be him

Another unarmed robber

Tricking me with charm

Let you passed the gates

because you swore you’d do no harm

But now I’m on the cement

Lying here bleeding

All because I can’t tell an angel from demon

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