Lyrics It's Over - CunninLynguists

It's Over

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wastin' all of my time waitin' for you to be sober
Sick of walkin' around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder
(All lines repeated)
Stay focused and rap quick
Splitted and
That’s what I’m telling myself rippin' and runnin' all over tracks
With the bitches and the hoes distracting
And for that simple fact they could be no attachment
Solo in the bottle, I don’t even know what’s happening
Hope I don’t accidentally show my passion
For this chick in particular, when she strollin' past ya
Making ya motivate to approach and ask her
How she doing, what’s her name, who she came to see
But you didn’t realize that she came with me
It’s hard to conceal eyes, and the game is wicked
Me and you kick it even though we ain’t together, so explain it better
I’m feelin' hella confused hearin' the same old shit
Put yourself in my shoes, they don’t fit
I know there could be two sides to the story
But give me some credit, checkin' is useless for me
See ya car parked out front, and it don’t mean shit
Leave the bar hardly crunk, but on some scheme shit
I need to find out what the hell is really going on
And where ya creeping when ya tellin' me ya goin' home
And so I continue to bend them corners
Never intended on drinking ten Coronas
So I’m swervin' all up on the curb
Where there’s some punk dude my girl
Slurred speech so I stutter my words
Third week of this third shift stalker shit
Private numbers and talkin' shit
Like the we need a resolution
Cause I’mma hold you down forever, whether it’s him or me you choosin'
I’m with you 'til infinity, we cruisin'
Ridin' shotgun, blowin' shotguns, and leanin' and groovin'
And you know how we doin' when it’s one on one
Have a little fun in the sun, twisted, bumpin' that twista
I remember you when I hear these songs
It’s too late to get sentimental, it’s clear she’s gone
I saw you walking by
I feel it’s over
Over (x3)