Gentleway
Cheap talk, iґve senn through you
Your faked interests ive senn eґm too
Silly conversations, superficial matters
Puzzled thoughts whereґs the pattern
Your subjects are far too casual
And to touch my core theyґre too ususal
Pretending to be my friend
But if my life was at stake, you wouldnґt
Be at hand...
Ґcause you just use me to get the better seat
And you donґt pay no mind anything that i bleed
And now you want me to believe in the lies you tel
But believe me, boy, i know your game so very well
Itґs just the gentle way of saying fuck you
Through all the time iґve throught
That friendship wasnґt only a word
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