9:00

I wake up, ponderin' when to get up

I get my whole bed a bear hug, and lift my head up, new haircut

Steps is wobbly, I step up the stairs but meet the ceiling with headbutt

And then my bitch talkin' bout some set up,

 

Bout a headhunt on a nigga I was dissin', I said he oughta get tough

She said I went to far, pushed her buttons, and all of that funk.

I said, well I trumped, she said she don't give a fuck.

I'm wondering when we'll make love,

 

I said, don't play dumb, like straight-up, all that shit I made up

She said fuck off,

emotion driven, bleeding-heart dove to my city pigeon

I followed suit, despite my feelin's, bitch fuck off! What you boutta do?

 

She leave the house with keys, she hop in my car

Want her in my arms

She drives off soundlessly

Hit me once it strike hard.

The bitch I rely on

Now I'm deprived of love