Seven Years*

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—my rival when I ain't even do nun'

You're the one who came back sayin' you would prove somethin'

But, you never proved nothin', just that you was phony

You came with the taco truck, ain't really tryna hold me

I mean, seven years, seven years, we're in love, crunching numbers

You really thought that we would go get married by the summer

Ooh, that's shit's a bummer, I mean, sike

You was talking love I wasn't even sure 'bout, like

I mean fuck all of our history, ain't mean shit to me

It didn't mean to shit to you when you did what you did to me

I thought that we were fi-i-i-ine

Then you start to feeling threatened, crossing lines

Rolling with them cokeheads tryna—