Another love song gone wrong
And I ain't even tripping
But I'm still glad I hit it
Cause a lot of niggas didn't you know
Coulda-shoulda type like oh
Come on, I would've piped
But our schedules contradict
Ay pipe down, first night ya boy laid the pipe down
Took off the night gown and
She screamed "Joey spank me!"
And after that she even thanked me, swank
One time for my nigga Doms
Lord knows you be kicking rhymes
And wondering why my shorty dipped off
I ain't gonna front a nigga do miss her lip gloss
Now she texts the next nigga's dick off
So tell me what the fuck I'm supposed to do
You know it ain't too easy getting over you
I sent the postcards so you know it's true
I promise that I wouldn't get emotional
Why you front like you don't miss my whole cockpit down yo esophagus
Chick nail polishing the scratches on my back like
Did you forget about the time we had the sticky role
And I tried to suck your titties whole
Did you forget about the video when you first came
I hit that spot twice and since that you haven't been the same
Now I heard you fucking with some new man
But my first impression, "What a lame"
Lorraine said she's seen him at a bowling lane
Walking out the bathroom kinda strange with his shoulder stained
Faggot, 6 months, and I'm still at it
You'll probably never hear this track
I guess I'm still attracted to you being here
I swear I can't imagine you would not even care
Hopefully, you played out like magic and it's kinda weird
It's like I did a trick and you won't reappear
It ain't fair, I need you back sometimes I get scared
But I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
Cause I'm a player, ain't gonna let you see my tears
I couldn't see it coming down my eye
So I had to make the song cry
I couldn't see it coming down my eye
So I gotta to make the song cry
I couldn't see it coming down my eye
So I had to make the song cry
I couldn't see it coming down my eye
So I gotta to make the song cry