You’re playing mind games
Letting me have all the blame
But you do it all wrong
Bringing op things that never went on
Making me think crazy things like the M&Ms song
Putting you in the trunk, taking, and dropping you in the river
Wrapped in a bag with extra weight
But I’m not twisted like you
I couldn’t use your flesh and blood as a weapon
You want me to suffer you want me to pay
Your pain in my ass that won’t go away
You want all my money you want all my time
You want to move on while I have no life
But when I offered you that, you filled with spite
Now I get to decide whether to give in or fight
Since I don’t quit you better get ready
When I bring it on, the burden will weigh heavy
It’s too bad you’re a poor sport
Though I’m still going to love crushing you in court

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