To express my love but i still got hope for someday
She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say
I handed her a book and told her she had to pay
And we got history, let's repeat it the right way
Me out my home/ she said i was a whore , and she didnt love
So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service
She said no but i still invade her
Its four now, the clubs over
I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again
And now i still keep it real, i’m making a way with this pain,
She never cares for me, but i still care for her
To the homestead suites to drink liquor
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