Hustler

[Verse 1:]
Was I supposed to come so close to loving you
That I couldn't see
Was I supposed to drown myself in thoughts of you
To where I could no longer breathe
You're just a silhouette
Of a perfect man
Cause you take me higher
Than I have ever been
Just to break me down
Into a thousand pieces
Boy you make me wish I was a hustler

[Chorus:]
So I could move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I could run away
If I could be a hustler
Then I would move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I would run away
Away home

[Verse 2:]
Such a waste of my time
You are everything you shouldn't be
And how one seconds introduction
Could become a lifetime of misery
You're just a silhouette
Of a perfect man
Cause you take me higher
Than I have ever been
Just to break me down
Into a thousand pieces
Boy you make me wish I was a hustler

[Extended Chorus:]
So I could move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I could run away
If I could be a hustler
Then I would move the weight
Off of my shoulders
And I would run away
Away from you
So I could move the weight
If I could be a hustler
And I could run away
From this corner you got me stuck on
And I would move away
Boy you make me wish I was a hustler
Ay
If I could be a hustler
Yeah

[Outro:]
So I could move the weight
And I could run away
Then I would move the weight
The I would run away

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