I'm fed up with relationships,where bitches bitchen bitch,trippen' they never listen, then wonder why they missin' facts, then it's a competition on who's right about the past , the last fights fo cash, O'right I won't hide my stash, ya lips glued to that pipe like they comprized of glass. I know ithe story it's the same lame excuse abuse game of blame who's who's insane? I made mistakes, It's not her, complaints, she's fine, the problems mine, "Stop Being Fake"! It's your kanivin' ways I hate! Yo sure a smart bitch, got it all figured out, When ya think ya got me tricked I'm just convinced ya got a bigger mouth. You'll try to turn this around so your not to blame when the shit runs out. Then it was all my fault. Why Am I blaming you? Cause you expect me to save ya from yo'self but theres no changin you.
I'm a sick man I've done some crazy shit I will admit,
I don't hide from it, although sometimes it makes me mad I'm no hippocrite.
Crazy bitch I'm talkin to ya, claimed ya heard it all,
but somehow if I'm not knockin boots cockin you ya haven't camed at all... Fuck it ya get pisst and then claim it's not that bad
when your hinting to my face that ya hate the man ya have.
Next Time I'll save my spit, lick my own lips,
take my own hits, shaken my fists. Can't teach an old bitch new tricks.
I'm a sick man I've done some crazy shit I will admit,
I don't hide from it, although sometimes it makes me mad I'm no hippocrite.
Crazy bitch I'm talkin to ya, claimed ya heard it all,
but somehow if I'm not knockin boots cockin you ya haven't camed at all... Fuck it ya get pisst and then claim it's not that bad
when your hinting to my face that ya hate the man ya have.
Next Time I'll save my spit, lick my own lips,
take my own hits, shaken my fists. Can't teach an old bitch new tricks.
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