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Harry's Dead

from Y​.​E​.​T​.​I. by RUNK.

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lyrics

Verse 1

She’s the one all fellas adore;
Keeping up is one hell of a chore
In fact, we used to have a rapport,
But girl it ain’t swell we don’t gel anymore

She ain’t ready for commitment that’s fair enough,
I was just tryna hit it like we are squaring up
We stay butting heads till we’re concussed
Meant every word I said so prepare to trust

She saying all this stuff, got me thinking she likes me
But she is still cut up over someone despite me
When I adjust a disruption is likely
This is must, there is dysfunction inside me

Only you could have known it, no need to sugar coat it
Some things I couldn’t process, one thing you should have noticed

All guys aren’t the same you just go for the fuckheads
Don’t lie to my face that’s as low as a sunset,
My time goes to waste when I’m broaching this subject
I’m tired of your games I’ll throw the remote at your head

Chorus

Harry is dead, Harry is dead, Harry is dead
He hit his head
All the kings horses couldn't put Harry together again

Now when I say Harry's, you say dead
Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD
Harry's DEAD, he hits his head


Verse 2

I could care less, go wallow in your misery
You are heiress, to the throne of stupidity
All your friends are air heads, don’t you belittle me
I love the fair sex, but this hoe just ain’t it me

I’m not calling you that, cuz of my personal beef
I’m not calling you that, cuz it’s the word on the street
I’m calling you that, because I don’t want to compete
I’m calling you that, because you’re not honest with me

It started as a lust, but I was changing my mind
Wasn’t making a fuss, when you’d blatantly lie
Cuz it made me wake up, no escaping my pride
Bullshit you make up, to make me obliged/

To feel sorry for you, because you’re oh so conflicted
Unlocking this ruse, I know you’re a dipshit
If I honestly knew, you’d go low & hit quick
I’d be not into you, if you propose this is it

Chorus

Harry is dead, Harry is dead, Harry is dead
He hit his head
All the kings horses couldn't put Harry together again

Now when I say Harry's, you say dead
Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD, Harry's DEAD
Harry's DEAD, he hits his head

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from Y​.​E​.​T​.​I., released December 23, 2016

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