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    I'm a tough bitch, but I’m sensitive
    Could a, could a, could a quick fuck be a sedative?
    It's relative 'cause you were pushing me out to the fucking edge
    I’m about to rip all of my hair out
    'Cause I'm madder than I've ever been
    I just wanna call you, but I know I can't
    Fuck a fuckin' fuck boy fuckin' up my plans
    Lay another finger on me, you could lose a hand
    You could lose a hand, you could lose a

    Bitch, are you tryna make me cry?
    Are you tryna make me lose it?
    You win some and lose some
    This could get gruesome
    Bitch, are you tryna make me cry?
    Are you tryna make me lose it?
    You win some and lose some
    This could get gruesome

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    This is the winter of my discontent
    Everything else is irrelevant
    Are you trying to make me cry? (Cry)
    This is the winter of my discontent
    This is the winter that well never end (everything else is irrelevant)
    We'll be fine if you just repent, ooh (oh)

    Bitch, are you tryna make me cry?
    Are you tryna make me lose it?
    You win some and lose some
    This could get gruesome
    Bitch, are you tryna make me cry?
    Are you tryna make me lose it?
    You win some and lose some
    This could get gruesome

    Careful with me, I’m volatile (this could get gruesome)
    Careful with me, I’m homicidal (this could get, this could get)
    Careful with me, I'm volatile (this could get gruesome)
    Careful with me, I’m homicidal (this could get, this could get)

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    Composition: Grimes, Ashnikko, Melissa Storwick, and Ebenezer Fabiyi

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