| Ey yo what up Hop?
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| What up?
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| Shit, just chillin' here with Merkules
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| Oh aight, what up?
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| What’s good homie?
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| Ey you remember I used to tell you about that girl the other day?
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| I was just telling him the same shit
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| Nah what you talking about?
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| Uh, Man, I —I don’t even know, man
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| What!
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| I don’t know—I don’t know where to start
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| Yo, Grotesque
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| Hey what up, Corbett
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| Let’s get it
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| Aight
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| She thinks that I’m tellin' her lies
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| And I know that she don’t believe
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| One day, we’re doin' just fine
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| And the next day she wanna leave
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| And I can’t take one more fight
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| Yo this ain’t it’s s’pposed to be
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| And she can’t take one more night
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| On a road to these hopeless dreams
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| She mad 'cause I’m about to do a show again
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| The cars loaded then
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| Gettin' jealous 'cause these groupies always showing in
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| Infection toys, my music in the recession for
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| What I do, is gotta second guessing, these attention whores
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| And more than that, I can’t finish the sentence
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| Nor I cannot get through the door with no fuckin' questions
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| Lord, I feel the intention’s sword
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| These girls nuts, she think I’m about to fuck all these sluts I never met before
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| This whole time I been paying shit no mind
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| I’m so blind, feels like every one I know died
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| My cold rhymes are battle cries like Roll Tide
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| Control time and keep my eyes on the goal line
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| Meanwhile she tells me not to focus much
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| Knowin' damn well that I do it for the both of us
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| I put my heart in every track that I open up
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| And it’s kinda bogus that we closest when we broken up
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| She thinks that I’m tellin' her lies
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| And I know that she don’t believe
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| One day, we’re doin' just fine
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| And the next day she wanna leave
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| And I can’t take one more fight
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| Yo, this ain’t how it’s s’pposed to be
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| And she can’t take one more night
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| On a road to these hopeless dreams
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| There was a chick I put my life on the line for
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| Beautiful black hair and her height was like 5'4
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| Her smile was nice more than you wild, one night whore
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| Problem was, she would get all violent when I tour
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| Acting as if I wasn’t trustworthy
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| And all I do is drive, perform, go to sleep and get up early
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| I’m knowing that groupies a blood thirsty
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| And she did too, she thought I was cheating, that’s what the fuck hurts me
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| That year had a painful summer
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| When I finally arrived back home, the bitch had changed her number
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| 'Til this day this shit remains a bummer
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| I think and wonder why would she do that to someone who would aim to love her?
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| I don’t know, that’s just how chicks act
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| So through my successes, how I’ll get back
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| I don’t like talking about this crap, I get emotional and shit
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| And my stomach starts hurting, man, I hope I don’t get sick
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| Yo
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| She thinks that I’m tellin' her lies
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| And I know that she don’t believe
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| One day, we’re doin' just fine
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| And the next day she wanna leave
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| And I can’t take one more fight
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| Yo this ain’t how it’s s’pposed to be
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| And she can’t take one more night
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| On a road to these hopeless dreams
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| It was a blessing, no question that we fell In love
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| And now she’s acting like I played her and I set her up
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| I know I haven’t been home much, and I bet it’s tough
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| But you keep acting like I’m someone you could never trust
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| I let her cuss and brush it off like it didn’t happen
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| It’s crazy what a chick’ll do to you to get reactions
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| Second guessing me and calling me a liar
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| I been wit' you since my name was at the bottom of the flyer
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| So keep it up, and you could get what you ask for
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| I didn’t do shit now, now you think I’m an asshole
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| Who raps, gets paid, sip liquors, and tag toes
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| Well that shit’s played, so just quit it and have hope
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| All my fans online think she’s using me
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| What can I say, this shit is not the way it used to be
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| And as stupid as a human, I need room to breathe
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| Usually I lose it, but it something that she do to me
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| She thinks that I’m tellin' her lies
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| And I know that she don’t believe
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| One day, we’re doin' just fine
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| And the next day she wanna leave
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| And I can’t take one more fight
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| Yo this ain’t how it’s s’pposed to be
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| And she can’t take one more night
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| On a road to these hopeless dreams |