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Chaste
Chastity belt on my heart
But I'm no innocent thing
Just sick of gettin fucked
Cuz that's what Trust brings
Like a frenemy wing
Jealous and trite
Delivering the goods
At the end of the night
She got all the right answers
He's perfect and sweet
Hung like her motives
Weighted down with deceit
Smooth talking criminal
I'm already wet
Tongue kissing my thoughts
With every word said
Just my type
I can never resist
I love a good talker...
Trust is a Bitch
He's mind fuck endurance
Slick Cheshire in jeans
And Trust will pass him off
Like the bitch don't know what that means
Keeping safe distance?
Absolute nonsense
Pinocchio had it good
I gotta Cockroach for a conscience
See we'll show up together
But we don't leave the same way
She leaves me on my own
It's her favorite game
Trust will catch me slippin
Sometimes a worthy suffer
But I can count Love on one hand
He's better tallied on the other
She did all that dirt
But that's my main chick
That Puta still got me
Every time it gets thick
That's why I'll ride this wave
Until my knees get sore
Claw screaming that name
Like visits before
Just want to curl his toes
Not make him fall in love
I don't want to have to choose
Between him and my Trust
But I'm no innocent thing
Just sick of gettin fucked
Cuz that's what Trust brings
Like a frenemy wing
Jealous and trite
Delivering the goods
At the end of the night
She got all the right answers
He's perfect and sweet
Hung like her motives
Weighted down with deceit
Smooth talking criminal
I'm already wet
Tongue kissing my thoughts
With every word said
Just my type
I can never resist
I love a good talker...
Trust is a Bitch
He's mind fuck endurance
Slick Cheshire in jeans
And Trust will pass him off
Like the bitch don't know what that means
Keeping safe distance?
Absolute nonsense
Pinocchio had it good
I gotta Cockroach for a conscience
See we'll show up together
But we don't leave the same way
She leaves me on my own
It's her favorite game
Trust will catch me slippin
Sometimes a worthy suffer
But I can count Love on one hand
He's better tallied on the other
She did all that dirt
But that's my main chick
That Puta still got me
Every time it gets thick
That's why I'll ride this wave
Until my knees get sore
Claw screaming that name
Like visits before
Just want to curl his toes
Not make him fall in love
I don't want to have to choose
Between him and my Trust
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