It started as our dream
We was a team, no games
til you put me under CREAM,
suddenly, we're both playin
Keepin secrets of my own,
he don't see, I'm not stayin
Whispered nothings on the phone,
So fresh, now decayin.
Countin the grands and hoes,
and there was a lotta those -
doin damage, now we bleedin,
each affair, heavy blows
(c)
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