Wilson - For the Love (pt. 2) lyrics

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Wilson - For the Love (pt. 2) lyrics

Intro: A lot of sh** has changed in the past year... yup I thought about you today, I thought right back 'cuz every kind word that came out of your mouth- they not facts I wish I could show you how bad I feel in all caps But I'll just share my feelings in these lost raps I'm talking 'bout sparking pack Every time I needed that a**urance, "I love you" back Yeah, I'm so done with that The faulty lies have got me feeling like I wasn't sh** But I know that everything I did is golden like my wrist I'm so giving to these people undeserving I'm serving these raps on china You never ever deserved me I'm just tryna get my rhymes up You held me down like my fine does I'm drinking until the wine's done You never felt that you loved me If you did I guess that my time's up I'm writing until my line's up... And you never will ever find me- I'm at the top You clipped my f**ing wings and then I flew and I never stopped The feeling that you gave me always had me just sparking pot Not to have some fun but to forget that you love me not Yeah, I'm angry, not because you did, because you lied & said your love ain't stopped Never said your love had stopped Broke me into pieces- thought I'd cry until I'd never stop Realized that all you did was relevance- to keep you hot Gave you everything you'd ever want and now you still don't got the decency to treat me like I'm homeless You never would act this spineless- now you've changed- you're so boneless My favorite times that we shared? they weren't real and now I feel grown and I'm writing these f**ing poems so everybody can know 'em I'm tryna progress my rhymes- I hear ringing, it's what my phone does Get a call from her now- I don't answer it's what my home does "I'm sorry"'s what I'm hearing all the time But I'm used to that f**ing bullsh**- it's always another rhyme I try to stay f**ing happy, but the thought of you dries my mind I should've left you after you heard for the love & you ain't cry