Ms. Issues...
Up, down.
Head still spinning around.
You are provoking me, hanging with them.
I swear to god Im'a knock them down.
Talking s***. It don't smell like roses.
You had sworn you would put it down.
4 G's spent on you. That's breakfast.
But somehow that s*** could count.
10 up north and boy she knows it.
Heard she murder word-of-mouth.
10 down south so I call her Texas.
But that's French coming out of her mouth.
She has problems. She has issues.
Oh... She's really something else.
She feels down, now who to blame?
Like you ain't brought that on yourself.
Huh? Everybody got some.
It don't make no excuse for you
To blend that whole Moroccan
With them hood rat looking oxen.
Too many other options.
Now word out on the street.
You are riding anybody's shotgun.
Heard that everybody got some.
I've been having the strangest feeling.
That you walked out on me one evening.
Walk the plank and meet the sharks.
Let them cut and eat my heart.
Left, right.
Tell me this is not your fight.
When you know you want me back.
That's what my oldest chicken yap.
Her emotions going overtop.
Threw it out, way too hot.
And baby had a throw on her,
You could not get at Overstock.
I'm thinking I should go ahead.
Implanted in my forehead by my old head.
He a grey hair, but he smart though. So i stay hid.
She talks fast, she jaded.
She f***** up, she faded.
She drank all of that J.D.
To the point she sounding all brain dead.
I can't f*** with you like the rest of them dudes
That is stuck in your head.
I've got substitutes in my bed.
In they birthday suits
and some threads, swinging from they hips
Like they was walking for that Vicky hush.
I told her listen. Baby, this is us.
Up, down.
Head still spinning around.
You are provoking me, hanging with them.
I swear to god Im'a knock them down.
Talking s***. It don't smell like roses.
You had sworn you would put it down.
4 G's spent on you. That's breakfast.
But somehow that s*** could count.
10 up north and boy she knows it.
Heard she murder word-of-mouth.
10 down south so I call her Texas.
But that's French coming out of her mouth.
She has problems. She has issues.
Oh... She's really something else.
She feels down, now who to blame?
Like you ain't brought that on yourself.
Huh? Everybody got some.
It don't make no excuse for you
To blend that whole Moroccan
With them hood rat looking oxen.
Too many other options.
Now word out on the street.
You are riding anybody's shotgun.
Heard that everybody got some.
I've been having the strangest feeling.
That you walked out on me one evening.
Walk the plank and meet the sharks.
Let them cut and eat my heart.
Left, right.
Tell me this is not your fight.
When you know you want me back.
That's what my oldest chicken yap.
Her emotions going overtop.
Threw it out, way too hot.
And baby had a throw on her,
You could not get at Overstock.
I'm thinking I should go ahead.
Implanted in my forehead by my old head.
He a grey hair, but he smart though. So i stay hid.
She talks fast, she jaded.
She f***** up, she faded.
She drank all of that J.D.
To the point she sounding all brain dead.
I can't f*** with you like the rest of them dudes
That is stuck in your head.
I've got substitutes in my bed.
In they birthday suits
and some threads, swinging from they hips
Like they was walking for that Vicky hush.
I told her listen. Baby, this is us.