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I was a freshman Had yet to lessons of the world Till I learned em from a girl Learned that love a deadly weapon since conception So much up to perception Heartbreak feel like Smith & Wesson through my chest and Now I'm stressin, whether You gone switch up with the weather Gettin with another brother When I really thought you neva Really thought you betta Hard believing that I grieving over love Got me lookin to the lord above Wishin on a turtle dove that we never fucked Now we sittin outa love, and I'm outa luck Like what the f*ck, feeling like I got hit by a truck Bitch I'm stuck Up in situations of yo creation First hoe to have me chasin Now I'm back to basics Knew you couldn't see the vision shoulda got you Lasik But you was too complacent Now I'm hittin hoes with precision My decision was to say f*ck it...