23 lyrics for "You told me don't use me"

Remember, you told me you'd never forget where you came from Remember, you told me we'd always stay homies from day one And now you're not who you used to be I don't know what you're dying to prove So hit me up when you're over being cool Your new
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'Cause it hurts when you hurt somebody Hold me close and I won't leave So much to say but I don't speak And I hate that I let you stop me Taking it slowly I'm afraid to be lonely Nobody told me It's harder than I thought to tell the truth It's gonna
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Who told you, you could put band-aids Over broken hearts to fix messes you made? You can't tie up your loose ends 'Cause I know what you're doing And your sorry's are too little and too late So go fool all your new friends Who don't know where you've
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Is it all because of my rebel heart? Why do I keep dreaming of you? I don't know what it is that makes me run That makes me wanna shatter everything that I've done Nothing matters, all is futile You told me once I have a rebel heart I don't know if
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You're never too young You're never too young, never too young to die Never, never Hold on to someone close, friend 'Cause you're never too young Remember the ghosts before you And drink to their souls tonight And don't forget what they told you We're
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Don't let me down Don't let me down (don't let me down) Where we go from here is all your choice I told you things about me I let you put your arms around me 'Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don't do this right Don't let me down, no Do you
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She told me, "Don't lose me" Don't lose me You told me don't use me (Don't use you) KK, all beauty (KK) When I'm lookin' down at her, it's you and me And I apologize, you know what I'm sayin’? Breaking your heart, breaking our promise, breaking God's
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My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The
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My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The
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So why am I so nervous? Having sex with my number 1 fan You told me I'm all you wanted As best as I can (as best as I can) 'Cause tonight I am And I don't wanna ruin your expectations Having sex with my number 1 fan (I just wanna get it right for you,
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