| She gets mad when I don’t say enough
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| She mad when I’m around, mad I’m out of town
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| She tellin me ain’t doin much
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| And my job is only barely a job
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| I’m like a child in my sandbox playing house
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| Oblivious to a fault, content being ignored
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| I’m absent, a bore
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| And on top of it all obnoxious
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| And I don’t bring her flowers anymore
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| I take time and never give it
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| Even when I ain’t busy
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| I don’t make an effort to call
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| I make a living out of, making her livid
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| Because I never get upset
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| Means I don’t care enough to make it an issue
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| I don’t, listen or pay attention or mention her hair color
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| Stare at other women in lust, catching a glare from her
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| She wonders if I’m lookin to make a trade
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| Is this part of the game thinkin
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| Maybe I should just leave
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| Thinkin maybe i should just
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| Leave
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| You
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| I’ll stay here
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| Don’t know why
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| I get mad soon as she start yelling
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| Mad she being loud
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| With my cousin around
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| She pick apart everything I tell her
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| She do it cause she enjoys
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| To see me get annoyed
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| She’s often got her friend up
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| Tellin when I’m out, I’m about
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| Cheating and she believing what’s out her mouth
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| She got a problem with everybody
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| She’s oblivious to the fact THAT friend be tryin to holla at me
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| Holla at me
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| It’s my fault she hate her job?
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| Telemarketer she quit studying Pre-law
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| It’s never her, she’s never late
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| She’s never wrong
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| She never did it, she don’t fidget
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| She don’t snore
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| She used to waste alot of money
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| But not anymore?
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| She still in the mirror I’m holding the front door
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| She’s ready to go, You ready to go?!
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| Let’s go!
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| I’m staring at the front porch thinkin
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| Maybe I should just leave |