Entire History of You

I remember High School, yeah those were the days Back when I would take you on those fun little dates Back when all the other girls all used to hate Gave you all my time, seemed like everything was great Wake up every morning and happy to be Happy to see a girl that made me smiley Times were the greatest I spoke of her highly Feelings won't drop oh ever so slightly Ever had this feeling like it all was fine Everything good and nothing's out of line And just like that all of sudden you saw a sign Hickie on the neck, redder than wine Cause you were deceiving I just turned my back, and find out you were cheating Killed my heart everyday, feel like it was bleeding And I won't put up, so you bet I'll be leaving Let it be known you only playing yourself Look how much I've grown, I've been loving myself All your shit better get fuck the off my shelf Think I care, must've confused me with someone else So now I know, that bitches ain't shit Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks They just wanna chase after money and dicks So don't bother calling when my figures hit six Can't lie, you been on my mind But only sometimes and I can't comply Trying figure why until I die Don't blame the guy who's tryna try In my mind, just like a chip Playing with my thoughts, like some kinda trip I know I'm fine, I'm over it But it keeps playing and it wont quit I know I tried with the best intent Erase my mind, all the content I wish I could forget every single moment I wish can erase every single document Hoppin it hoppin it Fucking every guy just hoppin it Know it was wrong ain't no stopping it Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit Making it easy for every guy who tryna hit Can't lie I've been tryna rip Get a hold of myself, been tryna fix Get a hold of myself, gotta find a grip Bleed through my neck every single drip Pulling this thing out my head Doing everything to forget Everything repeating like tourette I think the memories will finally meet its death