nah : 06.2012 : deuces (Unordered)

What you mean I ain’t call you?
I hit you when I landed
I’m waiting in my hotel room
seems like we are arguing more and it’s getting less romantic
yeah, I think she’ll be able to tell soon
but I f-cked you right I will
I f-cked you right I will
I’ll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it’s part of our relationships, amazing still
I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real
you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes
you with all those curves and me without no breaks
ooh, I’m willing to work it out however long it takes you
you feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us
Our timing is wrong
your friends always tying up every line on your phone
yeah but tell them b-tches that you’ll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own
uhh, and everytime I try and break it off
we just yell until we tired then I break you off
it’s useless all this fighting lets get past it now
even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around

Your wrist and fingers glisten
ice cold like Michigan
eh look at what we living in
here we go with this again
I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening
rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches
then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy’s
deep inside it’s killing me
but soon its gon be killing you
to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin’s boo
ah ha, didn’t you think you would be over me
by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief
she spoke her piece I know, capisce
so love must be let go, released
into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace

You know what, yo?
you a b-tch!
you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip
you should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh-t
but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch
I hate you, but I love your mom
give her a kiss for me, her second son
get your mind right baby or get your sh-t together
you gon be hot a little while
I’mma be rich forever
girl seducers, they come in Deuces
when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch
hehe. I’m stupid
but I won’t get my drama on
what I’m dealing with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth
so when you talk bout “you know who” I don’t know who you talkin’ bout