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yea yea yea im trying to manage this gun ive never been able to manage anything how am i gonna kill you tonight? the knife's in my teeth, the guns in my hands im gonna come see you tonight if we have one more fight, that'll be our last im gonna leave you left gone and whatever your feeling, is not gonna help you im sorry, but what can i say? im done with this feeling, im not gonna stay im left with trying to figure you out im not gonna stop this, im gonna settle this tonight tonight tonight im gonna learn to manage this gun From Letras Mania