| Look
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| Let me tell you a story, about this boy I dated
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| Started good, but in the end, left me destroyed and jaded
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| I can’t be mad, it was my choice to stay
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| 'Cause I leave and come back every time, like I enjoy the pain
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| We had our plans to growing old as hell to retire
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| We were a match made in heaven, that set hell on fire
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| But you changed up on me, you showed your true colors
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| I kept it real, and held your ass down for two summers
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| Get it straight, nigga
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| It was never about the money for me, I did it for you at a time,
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| when you couldn’t do nothing for me
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| I was cool with your sis, but our break-up? |
| Just made it awkward
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| Dealt with all your bullshit, crazy exes, and baby mama’s
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| You a piece of shit, but I feel like it’s something we could fix
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| I hate it when you tell me my attitude is what I need to fix
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| I found out 'bout all them bitches you was creepin' with, and you ain’t even
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| have enough respect to hide it, so I wouldn’t see that shit
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| I want to give you my trust again, but it’s hard to
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| My friends say I should leave you alones, but it’s hard to
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| My intuition told me, but I couldn’t accept the truth
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| 'Cause love’ll have you doing some shit you said you’d never do
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| Remember when the neighbors had to call the police?
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| 'Cause shit… the whole block could hear us arguing screams
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| Sometimes love can make the scars harder to see
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| And history between us make it harder to leave
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| I swear… |