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All My bitches are right

We don't gotta be in lovе, no I don't gotta be the one, no I just wanna bе one of your girls tonight

And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up

If love doesn’t teach you how to care, loss will

While you look at the ceiling of your room Completely empty And missing feelings And a dull heart And a coldness circulates throughout your tired soul You wake up with a tear falling from your eyes It settled in your ear, proving to you that your feelings still exist and that you are in pain to the point of death.

If my mind could think of only one thing, it would be you, if my hand can't write but one thing, it would be your name, if my heart could love only one person, it would be you and only you.

Money's gon' treat you right