If Love Was A Crime

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Love got me locked in this cell
Hard to believe how hard I fell
He threw your heart away
And I tried to one-hand catch like Odell
Now I’m trying to find the missing piece of the puzzle
The last thing on my mind is a fumble
Putting in overtime like its my side hustle
Wish I could read your mind
Wish the stars would align
Pouring all my change in this wishing well
And hope the gamble serves me well
It was always a hard pitch to sell
If love was a crime
They’d shoot me down like members of the cartel