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Jack Raymond

Jack Raymond (1886–1953) was an English actor and film director. Born in Wimborne, Dorset in 1886, he began acting before the First World War in A Detective for a Day. In 1921 he directed his first film and gradually he wound down his acting to concentrate completely on directing - making more than forty films in total before his death in 1953.He was associated with the Hepworth Studios of Walton on Thames, since his portrait appears on a studio publicity postcard when he was probably in his early twenties. He had a major success in 1930 with The Great Game, one of the earliest films devoted to football and followed it up with Up for the Cup a year later. He remade Up for the Cup in 1950. more »

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Don't hit me up, don't hit me with the miss you
Don't hit me up, don't tell me bout your issues
Don't lift me up just to pull me down with you
Don't
Don't hit me up, you don't want to need a tissue
Don't get my hopes up, know somebody with you
Don't, i won't let myself do it, though i miss you
Don't

Phone goes click, I don't want to hear that shit
Hoes go quick, but you been here for the last year
Oh so shit, you want me to be your man still?
Oh no shit, we struggling with a standstill
I don't pay mind if I don't get a return
I don't do flames to avoid getting burnt
I got better things on my mind I've matured now
Y'all still in cages tripping over bird sounds
Doing one fifty i ain't giving no fucks
I'm neutral when you call and my heart accelerates
But I never let it go, and I'm never gonna break
F*ck sake, looking back, who can i really trust
Yeah
I don't sleep with the enemy, no trust in my head now
Yeah
I don't f*ck with your lying when you're entering in my bed now

Don't hit me up, don't hit me with the miss you
Don't hit me up, don't tell me bout your issues
Don't lift me up just to pull me down with you
Don't
Don't hit me up, you don't want to need a tissue
Don't get my hopes up, know somebody with you
Don't, i won't let myself do it, though i miss you
Don't

I've been fucking around with too many broke people
Morally bankrupt with figures that are equal
Fucking ain't make love, your truth be deceitful
It's harder to make up, when you don't even need to
Manoeuvre my focus, turn my love into evil
Harbour the hopeless, emotional procedures
Closer to choking, no room for my breathing
I'm hoping to open, my mind to her leaving
Too many heart breaks and minimal rebuilds
Love in a court case, no judging what we feel
Love in the wrong place, and why you got to lie
Cause I'll take you no matter what, and you know that I'm a ride
But you took an advantage over the way that I provide
And you stole the reward of giving everything i got
These days, I'm wondering will you be satisfied
Niche ways, i can manage to even keep our shit alive

Don't hit me up, don't hit me with the miss you
Don't hit me up, don't tell me bout your issues
Don't lift me up just to pull me down with you
Don't
Don't hit me up, you don't want to need a tissue
Don't get my hopes up, know somebody with you
Don't, i won't let myself do it, though i miss you
Don't

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