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Paroles de la chanson Save You par Westside Boogie

You see at first, I remember me saying you should um, come save me and shit
It's kind of different by now, though
Let me save you

Your beauty deserve dedication, with my medication
But you sick of the games I be playing
I swear that I'm changing, you tell me you hate my perfection
Then you talk in ya Spanish, well shit, I learned my lesson
I feel like a Usher, I'm tryna collect it
Now ain't that ironic? We fuck to Confessions
I swear you my blessing, just look how it got us affected

All this lack of affection, it just lead to this stressing, I swear that it do

I hate you, I love you, I need you, no, fuck you
You leaving? Like, damn, what you doing?
The games that we playing, I swear they confusing
It's just an illusion
'Cause we made for love
We fight together, and you break it up
I let you down, and you make it up
You gave a lot, I thought I gave enough, that shit was fake as fuck
And that's real, 'cause we made for love
We fight together, and you break it up
I let you down, and you make it up
You gave a lot, I thought I gave enough, that shit was fake as fuck
And that's real

I just figured
Like sometimes, somebody gotta stop being fake
We gon' eventually have to tell each other how we really feel, though
Thirst 48, Thirst 48, fuck

I hate you, I love you, I need you, no, fuck you
You leaving? Like, damn, what you doing?
The games that we playing, I swear they confusing
You know what the truth is
I feel like a Usher, I'm tryna collect
Well ain't that ironic, to say my confession
I knew I was destined for death from the jump
Took your breath from the start
As I look at my ankle
Like how it's gon' heal if I step on your heart?
It's more than a spring when you up in this game

I just can't let it stress me
As you picture my face and you tell me how you feeling sketchy
Yeah you picture my face and you tell me how you feeling sketchy
Then you tell me it's over, the shit that you text me, whoa

Fuck, we made for love
We fight together, and you break it up
I let you down, and you make it up
You gave a lot, I thought I gave enough, that shit was fake as fuck
And that's real

That was real
I fucked up my notes, my bad
Shit still fake though

Thirst 48

(You see, niggas like me
I'm not thirsty. I just know what the fuck I want!)

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