Hurt the Same
Chris Brown
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Sick and tired of the bullshit, you won't get another chance Fucking lame niggas, I don't really understand 'Cause you know I'ma cash out, f*ck the rubberbands I bought you everything, peanut butter Benz You was s'posed to be there when I got out of jail But you'd rather hoe out with all of your friends Going crazy, did my time, you ain't send me mail Take it as I was tryna make you win, ain't had no bail You supposed to be down for your nigga Baby, we would, baby, who you with? Girl, you sipping I was supposed to have your heart But you just kept me in the dark by painting pictures I know you lying and you sneaking, I'm just stating facts I'm just that dummy who believed you 'cause I loved your ass Not the only nigga who been through that But I'm the only nigga with receipts and popping tags I was looking forward to us making love And waking up for round two But you didn't stayed long enough and it's fucking me up Learning from them hoes that's around you And now you up on games, no You don't see me the same, no The drugs, they can numb the pain Popping bars, it's easy but, but I still hurt the same Thinking 'bout these bitches when I'm rolling up I'm just tryna vibe, wanna feel the love, two bitches like double dutch Off that purple Actavis, I stay with that double cup I just switched my style up, now she stuck like what the f*ck Started not to care, European real, bought a couple foreigns Driving outta here, know that molly get me there Just a couple sips, just 'fore I forget, don't remember shit Get a lot of pussy, don't f*ck with relationships I'm on my mind now, on that crazy shit On my brazy shit, don't wanna know who she be fucking with She tryna break my heart, I know you loving it You on some other shit and I'm on my own again I was looking forward to us making love And waking up for round two But you didn't stayed long enough and it's fucking me up Learning from them hoes that's around you And now you up on games, no You don't see me the same, no The drugs, they can numb the pain Popping bars, it's easy but, but I still hurt the same I try to think ways and navigate But you steady throwing shade on my name While I'm taking all the blame We both messed up and going separate ways You fuckin' them niggas, I'm fuckin' them bitches All of that stupid shit don't make a difference Know what it is, I'm the man in my city He only look at your ass and your titties You don't need makeup, you know that you pretty You kinda crazy, you know that I get it Half on a baby, you know that I did it Guilty as charged, I ain't gonna be innocent I'm tryna be limitless I'm tryna f*ck up all the Hennessy You know I say f*ck all my enemies I know you on your independent shit Quality over quantity Bad bitch right in front of me Can't lie, baby, honestly 'Cause that pussy remindin' me And now you up on games, no You don't see me the same, no The drugs, they can numb the pain Popping bars, it's easy but, but I still hurt the same Up on games You don't see me the same, no Numb the pain, yeah Popping bars, part, still hurt the same
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Written by: Christopher Maurice Brown, David L Doman, James William Stewart, Patrizio Pigliapoco
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