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Harold John Shields II
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Yeah
Can't explain the pain I felt in my chest
Except I might as well've been in cardiac arrest
Ok yup
I should of cheated on you, I mean
The same outcome anyway
I think I need amazing grace
'Cause nowadays I look in the mirror and somehow see my father's face
Could you feel my dedication without hesitation?
I was prayin' the break we were takin'
Was nothing more than an elongated painful segue into reunification
Was I crazy?
Wrote you a love letter every single day and-
Basically it was just a godamn waste of-
Time
Man, you're amazing
Knew what you want, still drew it out
That's so foul that it's flagrant
Alone in this apartment pacing
Brain racing like a thoroughbred, angst and-
Sick of you controlling the narrative
So I'm a let it all hang out tonight
Witness my testimony
Let's begin with this:
I'm sorry I hurt you
No I'm not
I'm sorry I ever met you
On second thought
On second thought
On second thought
I'm sorry I hurt you
No I'm not
I'm sorry I ever met you
On second thought
(Yeah)
On second thought
Upon...
'Hov said: "don't run from the pain, go towards it"
Guess I gotta be a masochist to move forward
So this self-imposed torture
And I want it now more than ever
Shit, I perform better under pressure
Ain't a scale on Earth that could measure
My will to rise to any challenge
Chemical imbalance
I don't know how to quit
Failure ain't a reality, more like an allergy
Will not be a casualty, that would be a travesty
I'm royalty
Turn setbacks to comebacks and persevere
Running my own race, no competition amongst peers
'Cause that would make us the same and we far from that
Story destined for the pages of history texts and almanacs
Who had a nervous breakdown in New York?
You
Oh, you didn't get the part in Hamilton?
So sorry boo
Broke up over the phone and lied to get out the lease too
Tell 'em 'bout my syrup use, I'm embrace truth
Truly Yours
Mr. Wonderful
I'm sorry I hurt you
No I'm not
(Nope)
I'm sorry I ever met you
On second thought
(Karma's a bitch, just like you)
On second thought
(I pray one day you get what's coming' to you)
On second thought
I'm sorry I hurt you
No I'm not
(Naw)
I'm sorry I ever met you
On second thought
(Swear this be the realest shit I ever spoke)
(I don't give a fuck)
On second thought
On second thought
...Upon further reflection
Writer(s): Harold Shields Jr.
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