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Vexed
Vexin my soul to the point of impasse
Takin this sip to calm my nerves
You hear nothing but talk so loud
Not appreciatin that fact I keep ya ass sound
I'm sistah friend tryin not to watch you drown
They told you that Brutha was your enemy
You believed them like a clown
You didn't see the sistah lying in wait to tear you down
Let's clean this house first before dealin with the menfolk
Hypocrisy is some shyt I can't stand, gurl ya doin the most
Vexin my soul to the point of impasse
Takin this sip.listenin to these keys.anything to keep from shuttin my door
Written by Chris Starr
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