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You Liar.

Livin' a lie this life might as well be a crime cuzz my career is based on the money i'll be making instead of the joy i'll be faking perhaps i'm crazy according to you, i'm lazy and who am i supposed to believe betweeen my lova and his brotha laying on the bathroom floor starring underneath the door you want your credit? well here you'll get it! I'll etch your name right into my arm and you''ll blame it on your alarm
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Feb 5, 2011
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