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Yeah Right here? Fight just to fuck, just to fight again World War III justified in bed Mess me up, now we ain't even friends But the truth is I'm kind of tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can't seem to learn I never thought you'd leave me two for two again Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up, no Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles These bitches don't make it to my ankles Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles Letras de cancionesStrippers and liquor and cigarettes Apologized, but your Twitter said "No regrets" I'd kill for a mute button in my head You are right, but I'm tired of Pretending that I was the guilty one I wasn't feeling up no one but you, yeah Lessons that I just can't seem to learn I never thought you'd leave me two for two again Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up (Yah) Lights out, strike out, I doubt You'll ever find anyone These bitches can't measure up To my ankles (Period) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles (No, they don't) These bitches don't make it to my ankles (Nah, nah, nah) Levels? (Nah) Levels? (Nah) Ankles Two feet, you're shallow Too real, I know too well Backwoods, you high Backwards, two feet Shallow, too real I know two steps Backwoods, you high Backwards, boy Okay From Letras Mania