I remember when me mam told me
How I’m rubber and you’re glue
But I would never dream that would turn out to mean
I’m just a rebound for you
The sort of fool who’s just a tool
For you to do whatever you want to
You break the glass yeah we get some ass
But we’re cast aside when you’re through
At me best a can abide what happened to me in the
past but
Sometimes I cannit hide the cuts you made when you
broke the glass
However
If you set a test I’ll pass it, not the best like
but I’ll crack it
See I know what I am and I know what I’m good for
And if you use this tool then you’ll get what you
pay for
I always endeavour to be better than whatever you
came from
Just make sure you let me know if in the morn
you’re gonna be gone
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