[Hook: Simple]
I really hate to be like this, but
I gotta let you know
That I don't care
I never really liked you much
And I hope that you die slow
And I won't care
[Verse 1: Mo-B]
I'm gonna be straight up, like a column
They wanna grind and dance for that thing in your pants
You know, your wallet, the ho's high mileage
And if she get the chance
She'd put a stamp on more balls than Spalding
Wants a romance that's symbolic
So we made the headboard go back and forth
Like it had hydraulics
She wants me to come... out of pocket
I'm down for boot knockin' but not shoe shoppin'
Yo, please be cautious, I'm a heartbreaker, babe
Gave her a defibrillator for Valentine's Day
She swears I'll change, but the truth is
I'mma stay that old dog with new tricks
And you, Miss, were gifted with angelic precision
That made me religious to visits at parenthood clinics
Bitches gonna love this track
It ain't about them, but they got homegirls like that
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Gold]
It went down like this: drink in hand against the wall lit
Observing suicide virgins and lipstick alcoholics
Bodies beautiful but minds out past their curfew
It's nothing unusual; just chickenheads with bird flu
His famous lines, "Girl, I'll never hurt you"
And with her faintest sigh she opens her thighs and pursues
Afraid of rejection and scared to say no
Flash the message: everything that glitters ain't gold
Get too full of yourself, you'll break your halo
Knock the stuffing out your egg roll
Talking "I'm not a ho" and I'm like, "If you say so..."
It's a dead giveaway
When you got Mt. Hood dripping out your nasal
A woman scorned will tan until she's orange
And starve herself until you can see her ribs form
And I'm sure it's the little things
That make you insecure as hell
So I ask you, how can I care
When you don't care about yourself?
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Only One]
God made life simplistic: in the truce someone cuffed their fist
Seducing me with lipstick, two tongues and luscious lips
It's sadistic, I don't know the truth, but I trust this kiss
Even though I hit it, you don't love me; Cupid must've missed
Sentences build heaps, your sentiment's still cheap
Put your two cents in the sensitive silk sheets
I grip your shed skin... heart, though tensive, it still beats
She treads on every second that I held in
Hell's been in your eyes, and I've painted it with ink
On the inside of my eyes to see the devil when I blink
She being strange or clever? Every lie through billowed breath
In front of snakes we came together
Eating fruit, the willow hexed
Becoming vain is better than to kill your silhouette
But those fallen angel feathers haven't filled my pillows yet
I sleep on issues... those demons seem to miss you
I'm too nice; it seems you someone to beat and pimp you
Eden's blissful, why is it the evilness that gets you?
On that tree, you'll find Adam and Eve's initials
And knowledge was a sin on that tree that holds fruit
Call me a sinner, ‘cause I ate and now I know the truth
And it hurts, but that's not what you believe in
And you leaving me to be drug-free ain't a reason
Just know, you and I could never live in Eden
You can rip out my heart
But if I rip out your rib we're even, bitch!
