I sit alone in my 4 cornered room staring at candles...
We gonna be on the radio soon and you know this...
This is for you Face! 2012
[Verse 1: BittahProphet]
At night I don't sleep cause it's the cousin of death
Killers comin' for me creepin' like mornin' breath
They got me lookin' 'round tryna avoid sudden death
Tryna calm down, in and out, short of breath
Man I don't know what the fuck to do
Reachin' for my Mary cause I'm thinkin' of you
Please don't leave me here alone with my thoughts
I hope the girl who did this motherfuckin' rots
Scratch that, I know that I love her
Tell that fuckin' bitch I wouldn't put nothin' above her
Uh, should I tell her right now?
She might say ciao and take a bow
Guess I'll just keep it here inside me
Huntin' like the "Crocodile Dundee"
Like Swizz I'm "On to the Next One"
And like Pharcyde boy I'm on the run
But you can't keep "Runnin'" all the time
That's like no reason to your sickest rhyme
You just can't let that happen
That's like not flying just stuck here flapping
Now let's get back to my story
And pray it doesn't end up on that show "Maury"
Yeah Maannnn, 2012
2012 is a trip
Man, this girl
This girl is playin' tricks on me
This girl is playin' tricks on me
[Verse 2: BittahProphet]
So like I said in my head "I fuckin' love her"
Turns out she was lovin' someone other
We got in a squabble one night
So I told her that I didn't wanna fight
She got madder and I said "fuck bein' friends"
And she asked me "What the fuck you wanna do then"?
So I told her how the fuck I felt
And that she made me feel safe like my seat belt
One night I got home to a text
And to be honest as I read she seemed vexed
So I called and her voice went slow and long
And I knew right there and then she did me wrong
I started wonderin' did I do something
She'd be Coretta and I'd be Martin King
But I fucked it and man I still love her
While she's givin' love to another brother
I played with fire and boy I got burned
Man I learned, and as a friend I got adjourned
So now ya boy's here stuck in the same spot
Thinkin' bout you gettin' hammered on this cot
Man, I shoulda known, shoulda known
Momms always said stay away from fire
I got played like a fiddle
Like a fiddle, like a fiddle
[Verse 3: BittahProphet]
She's fucked me over but I couldn't call her bitch
Her heart was an Ice Box she'd leave me in a ditch
So then I got rid of her number and her facebook
And got smashed to forget her every nook
I got to school and my friend said "take a look"
I looked up and this girl had got me shook
She was a new chick, maybe ho or trick
But then I found out that she was "SlickerThanRick"
This girls game had me reachin' for my shit
She seemed like a fit, but what if I was just a hit?
I might have to take a chance like that
She was no brat and her ass was kinda fat
So I'd text her but she took long to reply
It got me wonderin' was there another guy?
Was I a "Sideshow Bob" again?
Man I can't handle being friends!
So fuck it man, I'll be all alone
I guess I'll just scope bitches from "The Throne"
Get back to my weed and brews
Cause when it comes to that nigga I don't have to choose
But now I'm stuck alone with my thoughts
And I'm sippin' dots and shots north of fuckin' Watts
Now I'mma head on to sleep
Grab a bottle of lean, and stay away from the "Grim Reap"
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