Song Cry

I know the way a nigga livin' was wack But you don't get a slapback like that, nah Ya heard? I know the way a nigga livin' was wack But you don't get a slapback like that, nah Two wrongs don't make it right but it help me sleep at night You was out fuckin' bitches, you was creepin', right? (Huh) Look, bae, I can tell if ya could ya would stay Could wait and pray for the day, we in the good space Shitface you had soon as I ask sum' No need to look all sad, 'cause you ain't have to Mad who? Who ya goin' with? My condolences Small thing to a giant, he a client, I'm over it You know how cold it get, now ya quiet, I noticed it I try provokin' it but still, you soak in it It's such a travesty The way you say our love should be Yeah, such a tragedy Think you can just break my heart and leave me Well, you better run Man on the run Playing for fun, wind me up, leave me undone I can't see it comin' down my eyes But I gotta make the song cry Yeah, I see it comin' down your eyes But that's because you wrong, ma Huh, just my thoughts, wonder what I bought 'Member when you were shy and I asked for dry porn? Oh, 'cause you out late, that's my fault? (Huh) You let a nigga eat on our plate, use my fork? Here's a few racks out the safe, some fly clothes Keep the Cartier, but bae, I need time off It's too many broads to concentrate I guess you the broad that got away It's such a travesty The way you say our love should be Yeah, such a tragedy Think you can just break my heart and leave me Yeah, you better run Man on the run Playing for fun, wind me up, leave me undone All the people see deep, just me and my girlfriend And you wasn't even my girl then You were given away without gettin' at me Thought he was gettin' money so you gave him a key? (Ha) How many times you forgiven me? (How many?) How was I to know that you try forgettin' me? It's been years, damn, like ten years Lot of pain and suffering, man, dripped tears This wasn't even the plan, had big fears Still I play cool as a fan when chicks near I took a vanish knowin' you couldn't stand it Thought we wouldn't manage, bought you shoes for the damage And the price is high as a hill zone I know you been riffin' like when you gon' get a real job? It's such a travesty The way you say our love should be Yeah, such a tragedy Think you can just break my heart and leave me Yeah, you better run Man on the run Playing for fun, wind me up, leave me undone We've talked about this a thousand times and I've explained to you She and I are old, that is history, get it, okay When you get it, so tell me, what is your fuckin' problem? How am I supposed to know that? (Know what?) That you're not still seein' her? 'Cause I just told you for the last time Well, that's not enough dearie Because you have not given me any reason to trust anything that you said What are you talking about? I'm talking about the black whore with her number on it I'm talking about the phone calls at 5:00 a.m. I'm talking about trying to read your mind every fucking day You don't know a fucking shit about trust, okay? You don't You're the one who went to New York and fucked old boy Came back here and hung out with my boys, partyin' and shit, what is that? You want to talk about trust? You act like you don't even care that I went to New York This shit is an embarrassment Really, it is