Baby,
why you do these things that make me crazy?
Talking to these niggas, acting shady,
lately I feel like you trying to play me…you must really hate me? But maybe
you really are just friends, and you just talk, but then I saw
those texts you always send, saying you enjoy the time
together you two spend, how you can always depend on him, but
still you hold my hand - the beginning of the end,

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Then why did we have those problems?
And damn you for never trying to solve them,
So we fight, all day and night,
This just don’t seem right, can’t sleep at night, so why can’t we just
figure all this out, because I don’t know what it is that
you’re so mad about, starting all these arguments
and then we start to shout, and those tears start rolling down
it’s like your love is pouring out, but from dark clouds, beautiful rain is coming down…

I tried to tell you girl, but you don’t understand,
baby, I am just a man, and I know what the others have planned, girl you
telling me he’s just your homey; that nigga not your friend, he’s lonely,
always all upon you, and, he’s gonna force my hand, goddamn
he always come around when he thinks that you’re alone,
always calls you on the phone at damn near 2:00 in the morn, he wants you,
you’ll see, he’ll show it,
trust me, I know that
look in his eyes, girl you just a prize
to be won to him, but you the one to me,
I done gave you everything that you wanted from me,
made sure this was everything you want it to be,
you claim the jealousy’s unwarranted, the haunting not real,
then why it always feeling like you be running from me?
You don’t seem too involved much at all when I call,
sounding like you barely even wanted to speak,
like another nigga with you, and you out on the creep,
hang up, then get back to getting it on like a freak - damn

She always doing shit with the A-Team…
niggas wanna get licks like praline…
she still plays hits in her daydreams -
vision getting clearer with a spritz of the saline,
where I been at? Home where my friends be,
where you been at? Rollin’ with my enemies,
niggas on the prowl, but I gotta pretend to be
fine with the scheming and this woman naivety,
this shit keeps fucking with my mental, and
you always follwed by a dog from the kennel, man…(he’s not a dog!)
then why that nigga all in your dental, then?
stop lying, girl - you don’t want a gentleman…
cause you already got one,
but you treat me like I’m not one,
like you don’t already know how this love thing go,
I guess I’m trying to say I want out, love…