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She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time
She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time

I seen it before
she came through the door
shoulda never let the girl magnitize me no more
still Im fighting
it inspite of it
gettin in the grind
stelleto on the shine
she's a real good time
you know the type when the cough is like
sway with the dj crowd like all night - right
then she leaves you with the bill and heart to fill
shoulda never let the action get so ill
still
you couldnt help but chaser
drink another shot and fade to grey sir
3and you got played sir
shoulda never even played the game sir
and thats what I say
she been around the block
playing money games
she the type with glittered glaze
take your money blaze

She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time
She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time

one she the kind with the sly tounge slow
on a cut a rug flow on stelleto toes
its like a glitter weave face on a runway chase
that shoulda never laid waste to the head case
just listen when I say she got her own ways
she like the money green stars, glitter and fast cars
coast to coast flights, non stop when the parties right
shorty got pull in the lime light

still
you couldnt help but chaser
drink another shot and fade to grey sir
3and you got played sir
shoulda never even played the game sir
and thats what I say
she been around the block
playing money games
she the type with glittered glaze
take your money blaze

She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time
She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time

Steadily coming the floor shaking the club moving and soon a quarter flask ell have em shakin their ass - its like I try to find a piece of mind inside of the sublow - a sleak back beat ta take the microphone slow - ladys play in a crossfade - a shadow in a silk slip- coffee like cream sweating up my scene - I Push a plug through the board I wiggle tounges like swords across a stage with a slow drawl - Baby just don't talk - walk the walk and shed a thorn the to the blood rose - a pose for the puzzle piece splinters the scene - She likes the money green sheets, suger cash and Jim Bean - She justify's this with a stereo fist - clap the wrist - its like the cops cuffin the blind - ex rated bass lines - burnin it up in cut time - the poet don't prohesize - dont even try - I'll hit you with the one drop slap em in the eye

She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time
She Hurt My Head She Hurt My Mind
She Hurt My Brain This Time

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