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Yeah yeah
Good dude I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga got to move like a crook move
We was together on the block since free lunch
We should'a been together having four seasons brunch
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches just me and you
I loved your point of view cause you held no punches
Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
We're somewhere in a small town
Somewhere locking them all down
Wood grained for change armour all down
I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic that's just one to go with but deep inside a nigga so sick
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to let this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
On repeat the cd's of big
Me and my bitch watching bonnie and clyde
Pretending to be that shit empty gun in your hand saying let me see that clip
Shopping sprees pull out your visa quick
Nigga have very bad credit you helped me lose that quick
You helped me get the keys to that v dot 6
We were so happy poor but when we got rich
Is when our systems got crossed is when we got flipped
Rather mine I don't know what made me leave that shit
Make me speed that quick let me see that's it
It was the cheese helping bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies now they saying they love me
Used to tell their friends I was ugly that they wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
Then they got fuzzy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
Yeah I seen em coming down your eyes so I got to make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
A face of stone with shock on the other end of the phone
Word back home was that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then
You were given away without getting at me
That's your fault how many times you forgiven me
How was I to know you was plain sick of me
I know the way a nigga living was whack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Shit I'm a man with pride you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You was gone with what we had just like that
I was just fucking them girls I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl gone bad she's gone forever
Mourn forever shit I got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
I know I seen em coming down your eyes so I got to make this song cry
I can't see em coming down my eyes so I got to make this song cry
