Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OLS4, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Some Love Lost, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Entertainment One
Song language: English
OLS4 |
Tell me how long are we suppose to act like this? |
We won’t never get on track like this |
How can I ever tell you how I feel if you react like this? |
You call me over here to talk and I get attacked like this |
It’s funny |
Got your track shoes on but what you running from |
Shit I know where you going and where you coming from |
That’s immaturity showing, its just the baby in you |
One of the reasons why I never put a baby in you |
Tired of hearing how you’ll never trust me again |
How you love me, then you hate me, then you love me again |
One minute I’m your soul-mate then it’s fuck me again |
Until you get horny enough and wan' fuck me again, but check it |
I just wan' treat you good and do better |
You think I’m running round tryna be the hood’s Hugh Heffner |
Say I’m all about hoes, when I’m all about you |
Even when I’m with my hoes, I tell them all about you |
Say that’s just one reason I keep losing you |
I don’t understand it, that shit is confusing too |
You left me, I’m doing me, you doing you |
So what the fuck is me doing me have to do witchu? |
How dare you tell me it’s tougher for you? |
Like I don’t hear about them niggas you fucking with too? |
I’d never knew you thought like that (dammit) |
Who knew you was into sports like that |
More prayers because they all players |
You out there having a ball, player, ball player after ball player |
I mean you with the ball players more than ball players |
Hope they ain’t fucking you and making you they ball-player |
Come to me, I just get a hard time |
Why they give one to you, is this what you wan' do? |
With me you get an attitude, you get all stuck up |
Start calling me a fuck up till I tell you shut the fuck up |
Yeah, but the part I don’t respect is |
You so cool with every other one of your exes |
It’s history between us, all ain’t right either |
Back and forth domestic, all ain’t flights either |
Be wanting you close to me, supposedly |
You say you over me, that just comes across as a joke to me |
'Cause you ain’t got the kind of love that expires |
Worst case, you’ll get tired, tell your friends I’m a liar |
Tried therapy when we felt it going sour |
That’s four-hundred dollars every hour |
For him to come and mediate, referee, be our interpreter |
Tell me I need to lower my voice, don’t curse at her |
Says she’s only frustrated 'cause I keep hurtin' her |
Tell me despite all that, he can tell that I worship her |
Soon as you let your guard down, I get it up again |
Fixing it is too much work, so I give up again |
But I wan' spend the rest of my life with you |
Make a wife with you, make it alright with you |
But how are you ever suppose to think that I’m right for you |
When all I ever do is treat you like a recyclable |
Disgraceful and you want me to chase you |
But it’s easier for me to replace you, 'cause I see it like |
If you can’t deal with what we go through |
I got bitches lined up, I got a ego too |
And to them I’m everything, funny, I’m great and I’m charming |
But to you I’m alarming, all I do is bring harm in |
To you, I’m the cause of all your misery |
Of course I disagree, you going off our history |
All that arguing just ain’t my style |
'Cause that anger now got us like strangers now |
You tell me I should get help and I’m sick in the head |
You found makeup on the sheets, I had a bitch in our bed |
But wait, I ain’t love her though, I ain’t fuck her though |
I could dead that bitch right now man, fuck that hoe |
You just think I’ll get another and another hoe |
Way you talk to me it’s like I got a whole club of hoes |
But I could switch gears, make 'em all disappear |
You going through my phone like I got a bitch in there |
We discussing chicks after they through |
They don’t matter to me, but for some reason they matter to you |
We keep having the same threesome |
But not the kind that come as a blessing, nah |
You keep bringing up my last girl like she ain’t my past girl |
Like you ain’t the reason she present, check it |
You ain’t gotta worry about me and her |
If I wanted to be with her I would be with her |
Yeah, we hung together, strip clubs, had fun together |
But that’s done, don’t sweat her, uh |
You the only one I wanna do a bid with |
Live with, share my last name, have kids with |
Can’t be understated, anytime we ever dated |
You compare me in your head to some nigga you created |
I’m a long way from perfect, I got shit with me |
Still I want you to love me unconditionally |
Nine-years in, I don’t deserve what you giving me |
Like you get a victory by acting like a dick to me |
Want me to see how it feels, I get the trickery |
Lesson learned though, you my missing piece |
Give another chance to your ex |
You don’t pick up the phone, you don’t answer my texts |
Bitch, we ain’t give it all that we got |
Still ain’t empty the clip, let’s give it one more shot |
Or we can go ahead on our own |
I need you I can’t do this alone |
But you keep running away |
But you keep running away |
But you keep running away |
But you keep running away |
But you keep running away |
But you keep running away |
But you keep running away |