| I’d rather be the one you regret than be the one you forget
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| We both know it ain’t working girl, that don’t mean that it’s curtains yet
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| Nah, I ain’t paying you no attention, you ain’t paying me no respect
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| I ain’t giving you no affection so you saying we don’t connect
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| But what you mad at me for? |
| Had to leave huh? |
| To another man
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| Where the grass is greener, kiss your lips and then I don’t feel shit
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| Like your lipstick covered in anesthesia, can’t believe you
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| You only lie, can’t deceive it so can the speeches, I ain’t with ya
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| And then I just forget ya cause our one night stand like amnesia
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| But your ass a cheater, playing games, I get mad and start saying things
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| That I might regret at a later date but at least I admit that I done made
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| mistakes
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| You do the type of shit that don’t fade away boo, you make me hate you
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| You make me want you, you make me grateful that I died a little bit inside
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| And that’s why till this day I want you, I don’t want you, I done had you
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| I can’t have you then he can’t have you, I can’t stand you
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| That’s why I’mma let you in the back cause it’s love every time I smash you
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| It don’t make sense that I still love you, I’m irrational, can’t get past you
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| All I want is a drama mama, it’s the fighting and fucking that I’m attached to
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| We both know it’s wrong, we ain’t letting go
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| We just want attention, she can let it show
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| Tell me it ain’t working, say that it ain’t, look
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| But I can hit it slow, baby one last time, one last time
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| Touch you one last time, touch you one last time
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| Touch you one last, touch you one last time and say goodbye
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| You be twisted and then you hit me, say you want me
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| Then you miss me, you come over, you start stripping
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| You bend over 'fore you kiss me, I hit raw yeah I know it’s risky
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| I get off when you get slippery, we don’t make love
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| We make history and smear your make-up and your lipstick
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| Lie to you but you were lying first and you were sliding off
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| With all the guys I work with, why you hurting? |
| Were you mad?
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| You confused that the sparks that were flying were fireworks?
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| All the fighting, all the fussing, all the nights that you was out with someone
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| And you was smelling like cologne, didn’t want me to hold you
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| And know you was up to something but I’m the bad guy for having women
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| Screaming oh god, getting sacrilegious, now you say you want me back
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| And miss us and acting like it’s all hugs and kisses, come on
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| Yeah but I love to have them, when I’m done with 'em
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| I don’t touch 'em after but you don’t know your own boyfriend
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| The things you deserve worth more than what you after
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| But I’m a addict, I can’t shake you, you should change it
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| I can’t make you, give it to me but I can’t take you
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| I can’t love you, I can’t hate you, all you wanna do is argue
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| And then you getting mad that I don’t fight back so you push me in that bed
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| Cause at least when we fucking, you know I react
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| I love being with you but I know that I’d be better without you, without you
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| Cause every time I’m with you, all we ever seem to do is fight, is fight
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| I love being with you but I know that I’d be better without you, without you
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| Cause when I wake up with you under this blanket baby, something ain’t right,
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| something ain’t right |