Cuss you out or let you take a shit?
You said I gave you hell,
who the fuck is you to blame me?
look at what you made me do!
Bitch, I loved you, you didn't trust me?
Bitch I didn't trust you,
Bitch you know it's fuck you,
I never thought you'd be my enemy
I can't believe I let you into me,
Now I'm searching for a remedy
I fell in love with the woman
shit doesn't make sense to me
Bitch you're bipolar, jealous
cause I hang out with the high rollers
Now tears are running down your face
No love, it's rollercoaster rides over
I'm told her, you can back up
And get the fuck out of my home
But what about the memories?
But what about the memories?
Motherfuck the love, motherfuck the times
But what you gon' do when
And you think about the memories
And you think about the memories
When your back was on the wall,
Cause I swore that I would
But when we finally broke up,
Hell nah, you just showed
I get you foul, for all your friends lies
And jealous bitches wanted
They tried to break us up
Now I'm blotting on revenge
I promise I ain't stopping
Till they all realize I got
that's why I ain't stop you
Why'd you bring a witcher?
Was you afraid I'd hit you?
What we had is buried, dead in a cemetery
You can pack up everything that you own
And get the fuck out of my home
But what about the memories?
But what about the memories?
Motherfucker love, motherfucker time
But what you gon' do when
And you think about the memories
And you think about the memories
I watched your taillights leave
Why'd you play it simple?
You try to make me pick between you
you're funny, bitch, itch
I wouldn't make no money, bitch, itch
You could suck a dick, bitch,
Bros over hoes, what up with you?
You try to tell me bout her
You said I know you love her,
but you better off without her
What she wants is to control you
If you don't leave her one day,
you gon' knock the hell out her
I want money and power, not engagement
If I married her, I'd see an arraignment
For murder, bitch, cause I'm murderous
You can back up everything that you own
And get the fuck out of my home
But what about the memories?
But what about the memories?
Motherfuck the Lord, motherfuck the times
Can you think about the memories?
Can you think about the memories?
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