Текст песни Replica Of Devil - Cort Melor

I might never trust anyone again
My life would be much better if we never met
I might never love anyone again
But you replicate the devil, I don't want you near

Yeah
She's in love
He's in awe
With her curves
She's a bomb
She wants to talk
He wants to fuck
She had a bad day
He don't give a fuck
But she can still see her high school crush in him
Maybe that's why she is still stuck with him
He was the first one she let hit it
So when he cheated she just rolled with it
She's deluded, fooled by the crook
Don't want no "Told you so's" from her girls
So she makes up stories
But wakes up horrid
By the fact she's not good enough for him
Cause he never came back home last night
She knows where he's at
But she still acts like she doesn't
He wasn't pausing for moment
When lying to her face
It's a dope performance
She cooked most beautiful breakfast for him
She made him feel like a king with a morning sex
No talking, dressed for work she asked
Where was he at? He said
Nowhere, don't nag my ass
She goes to work
He sits at home
She's on the porch
He grabs his phone
She locks the doors
He calls his whore, it is a norm

I might never trust anyone again
My life would be much better if we never met
I might never love anyone again
But you replicate the devil, I don't want you near

Yeah
While one is nuts for other
Other one's nuts
She carries his baby
Now it's two months
He never noticed the change
She never told him it's there
And how the hell can she say anything to him
He don't do chit-chat
He just want quick sex
What the fuck's wrong with her
She's bit on the edge
If she don't fix her act
She bound to get dragged
Around the room once again
For the old time's sake
Punch her, kick her
The fuck she gonna do? Punch back
Who the fuck she is
To play these dumb games with you
Show her who's man
Grab her by the hair
Slam her face in that night stand
Look how beautiful red those lips are
But she don't wear lipsticks this time
This time's gonna be the last time
She's done, she's out
Second he stops gripping her hand
Oh, there goes a foot to the stomach
He's mad, vomit on him
It's his favorite sweatshirt
Now she's done it
She has no idea what is coming
Broke her teeth, left her unrecognizable
Baby's dead
He would think better that
Than paying child support
And yeah he's in jail
But who cares about that
When she's still in hospital

I might never trust anyone again
My life would be much better if we never met
I might never love anyone again
But you replicate the devil, I don't want you near
And to anybody facing these problems
Don't be afraid to ask for help
Tell somebody close to you
Just say something
Before it's too late