Dissolution of Marriage (feat. October London) E

Yeah, yeah, tell this nigga that you fucked somebody Else. Tell him. Fucked somebody else. Exactly. Tell this motherfucker. I screwed somebody-don't even sit here and try To play it. I screwed somebody She fucked another Nigga, and now she done brought her dumb ass Back home all the way to California-I--to Try to get back with me, and now I Found out she talkin' to you, too. I'm not talkin' to nobody. You are talkin' to This motherfucker. You been talkin' to this Motherfucker for the longest. Know, I you. And he don't know, I bet You you don't know she married, do you? You don't know it. It ain't your fault. You don't know it. She lied to the other Guy, too. She didn't tell the guy she was Married. Now, so oh yeah, he's your friend, Right? I bet you he don't know about me. But you doin' shit on my phone that I Take care of you with, right? I pay for this fuckin' phone. You don't pay for the phone. Girl, what you trippin' for? I don't care 'bout these hoes. I ain't still livin' in the fast lane. Baby, I've changed a lot. I still deserve a shot. I still want you to have my last name. Yeah. I know I used to be off the Chain, doin' things, doin' the most. Couldn't control my impulse. It's all my fault. See, I fell down the Well like, "Well," she asked me if I had Other bitches. I'm like, "Well, you want the real Or the fake?" Make no mistakes, I didn't tell Her the real. Well, now I'm off to the Races with my other friends exchanging fuck faces. I'm the one that you trusted, and everything was Cool till the day I got busted. But baby, I'm no longer that type of guy. Now I just chill, smoke weed, and get high. I changed my ways. I put away the nickels And Ks. I'm livin' a better life. I'm better, excelling, might take a trip to the Bahamas. I want you right there. I'm about getting my cash. Why trippin' off the past? Girl what you trippin' for? I don't care 'bout these hoes. I ain't still livin' in the fast lane. Baby, I've changed a lot. I still deserve a shot. I still want you to have my last name. To hold him forever, for better or worse, Richer or poorer, sickness or health. Goddamn, you need help. Your problems ain't mines and mines ain't yours. See, I don't need no motherfuckin' more of the Drama. Ask where the motherfuckin' bitches at. I ask you the same, bitch, where your niggas At? It started where we met, sudden change. Every time you braid my hair, you're pullin' out My brains. Draining my emotions, Ain't excitement left. Every question that you're Askin' all about is sex. You see my likes and all my followers. You sneaky motherfucker, yeah, you got it up. With a little bit of this, whole lot of That. They say, "Once you go black," then yeah, "Don't go back." I apologize, I demise. As you look in my eyes, your eyes look In mine, you a lie, Girl what you trippin' For? I don't care 'bout these hoes. I ain't still livin' in the fast lane. Baby, I've changed a lot. I still deserve a shot. I still want you to have my last name. Bitch, I don't give a fuck. I really don't. I could care fuckin' less. Kiss the underside of the blackest part of my Motherfuckin' ass. You got it, bitch? Now, that's all the fuck I gotta say to You, and we shouldn't have this fuckin' conversation Again. You got it? And until fuckin' next time, smooches, Bitch. Mwah.