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Still Doesn't Add Up
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December 2011 I'll take another shot o Ciroc,
a couple rounds is all it takes to say i forgot,
sometimes i may take it over the top,
some nights i can barely find my lock,
drunk words are sober thoughts i wish i never met ya,
it's hard to improve when without me you are better,
we met in two's but were never two-gether,
add to that the two times and it still doesn't add up to four-ever,
i never meant for you to run away from a couple,
when your door closed i suddenly saw doubles,
the feelings i have are completely still true,
which is why i try to save you by hurtin you,
your personality must have been bought on canal,
cause it's as fake as your rocker style,
and that's as fake as your perfect smile,
and those are nothing compared to what lays underneath your eyebrows.
