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Pockets full of nothing, money in my bag
She told me I'm a druggie so I left and now she sad
Baby, that make you the junkie
You addicted to my lovin'
Even though I know you only love me 'cause I'm buzzin'
What's your motherfucking problem?
I think you need some help
I give you help, that's what I offer, but you left me on the shelf
I'm not a trophy, I got bitches on my belt
I put stitches on the pain, if you listen to me well