when i up this morining you was long good gone i you heard me say you was my vertebrae my back bone but the dawn feels wrong, the night ain't right the phone ain't on and you out last night left a note sayin' you won't on, you just can't fight i know you with brock scott, jock with blonde locks that blocks shots, guess i'm not that hot you for cocks let him bust your rear 'cause you trust my rap career but need i point out our joint account, a large amount you left in the you skank, what you think i'ma take this loot and buy liquor you can take shit you talkin' with you walkin, hooker so you something that i could have gave to you and you know much is true and meeting you i can't believe shit on me to get ahead but again i do my stomache layin' at my feet how could you up in my life playin' wife, stabbin' my back your diamond-studded rambo knife what about the evil women do? if i'm screamin' at a female, best i got a reason to so call oprah, while i'm playin' husband my girl's doing my cousin, so now i'm on robotussin bustin' up the place, 4 in the and i'm lying on the asphalt she out banging, it ain't my fault yo, love is an illusion, nobody 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 true and you i believe you'd shit on me to get ahead but again i do don't your time thinkin' of ways to get back in my soon you find who you are behind the scars and the goes around you reap you sew, you get what you give will you down maybe one day learn how to live so you wanted something that i could have to you and you know this is true and meeting you i can't you'd shit on me to get ahead but again i do