49. kris 31

You take the clothes off my back and I let you. You'd steal the food right out my mouth and I watch you eat it. I still don't know why, why I love you so much. Oh. Thanks for warning me. You curse my name in spite to put me to shame. Have my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame. But I still don't know why, why I love it so much. Thanks for warning me. Yeah. And baby, it's amazing I'm in this maze with you. I just can't crack your code. One day you screaming you love me loud, the next day you're so cold. One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care, you're so unfair sipping from your cup 'till it runneth over, Holy Grail. Bleu told me to remind you niggas. that y’all talkin' about. I'm the nigga, caught up in all these lights and cameras. But look what that did to Hammer, God damn it I like it. Bright lights is enticing. But look what it did to Tyson, all that money in one night, 30 mill for one fight. But soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flight. the fame, keep cheating on me. What I do, I took her back, fool me twice. That's my bad, I can't even blame her for that. Enough to make me wanna murder. Momma please just get my bail. I know nobody to blame. Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself. And we all just entertainers, and we're stupid, and contagious. Now we all just entertainers. Now I got tattoos on my body, psycho es in my lobby. I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi. Can't even take my daughter for a walk. See 'em by the corner store. I feel like I'm cornered off. Enough is enough. I'm calling this off. Who the I'm kidding though? I'm getting high, sitting low, sliding by in that big body, curtains all in my window. This fame hurt. But this chain works. I think back. You asked the same person if this is all you had to deal with, nigga deal with it, this ain't work. This light work, camera snapping, my eyes hurt. Niggas dying back where I was birthed. your iris and the IRS. Get the hell up off of your high horse. You got the that niggas die for. Dry yours. Why you mad? Take the good with the bad. Don't throw that baby out with the bath water. You're still alive, still that nigga. Nigga, you survived. You still getting bigger, nigga, living the life, vanilla wafers in a villa. Illest nigga alive. Michael Jackson's, Thriller. You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it and you take the blade right out my heart just so you can watch me bleeding. I still don’t know why, why I love you so much. And you play this game in spite to drive me insane. I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose name. But I still don't know why, why I love it so much, yeah. Thanks for warning me. Don't know why. . .

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