when i up this morining you was long good gone i thought you heard me say you was my my back bone but ?bon? the feels wrong, the night ain't right the phone on and you broke out last night left a sayin' you won't hang on, you just can't fight i know you with brock scott, that jock blonde locks that blocks shots, i'm just not that hot you for cocks let him bust rear 'cause you don't trust my rap career but need i point out our joint account, with a amount you left in the bank you skank, you think take this loot and buy some liquor you can take that you talkin' with you walkin, hooker so you something that i could have gave to you and you know this is true and meeting you i believe you'd shit on me to get ahead but again i do my stomache layin' at my feet how could you sneek up in my playin' wife, stabbin' my back with your diamond-studded rambo what about the evil that do? if i'm screamin' at a female, best believe i got a to so call oprah, while i'm playin' husband my girl's doing my cousin, so now i'm drunk on bustin' up the place, 4 in the and i'm lying on the asphalt she out there banging, it ain't my yo, love is an illusion, ain't down for you cept god never put your faith in so you wanted something that i could gave to you and you know this much is and meeting you i can't believe shit on me to get ahead but then i do waste your time thinkin' of ways to get back in my soon you will who you are behind the scars and the what goes you reap what you sew, you get what you will you down maybe one day learn how to live so you wanted something that i have gave to you and you this much is true and meeting you i can't you'd shit on me to get ahead but again i do