Fussin and fightin, we talking that shit, we break up to make up, damn aint that a bitch, im prayin for closure, this is outta my hands, i tell you come over, then we changin the plans. We always argue over that bullshit, but later in the day i have you bustin like a full clip. Understand i need my space, understand i need my time, seems like you never will, and maybe thats, my sighn. Maybe that should be my que, but i always keep it G, and im blinded by that cupid love so therefore i cant see, lately its all been a mess, cant lie though i enjoy the sex. Ignore ya text when im wit the fam, That there i kno you cant stand but damn. Dont a nigga treat you right, dont i make sure that you good, dont i call you everynight, dont i tell you that i love you every moment that its right, No im not your mr. wrong but im far from Mr. Right.
Chelsea: We been struggling, we put our self thru hell. Will we make it last, only time will tell. Its just a matter of time before i have to leave you.

2nd verse: We at it again, more hectic than eva, but i promised i stick, thats thru whateva weather. Try and i try, but i barely sucseed. Got me cruisin the streets, got me rolling my weeed. Like damn, I know we have our differences and i swear that its feelin like its cumn to the end of this. Hate to see it cumn, but i gotta keep it real though, coping with the bullshit is harder than a steel toe. Im aimin for a clean slate, better me and a better you, but everytime we get closer its either me or you. Trippin off the bullshit we put each other thru, and when it all goes down it just feels like de ja vu. Like damn. Havnt we just compromised, and if you aint feelin me then seek another guy, Cuz, i aint bout to waste, my time. Meet me in the middle we just fast foward then rewind time.
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