Saturday, October 12, 2013

Truce Or Dueces

You say my words hurt
My tongue lashing makes you feel like dirt
Well you shouldn't have been acting funny with me
But I guess I wasn't suppose to see
That you only call when it's something you want to do
So I'm going to take pleasure in saying fuck you
Because I'm tired of playing peace maker
I'd rather hit your ass with a haymaker
I'm sick of all this phony shit
I'm ready to call it quits
Because I won't kiss your ass
I'd rather toss your ass in the trash
All you had to do was be real with me
You would think being real would be easy
But now I see that's a job for some of you hoes
So call it a requirement I suppose
Just spare me the pain
Of having to hear or say your name
Because this shit here is for the birds
I've never been fake so fuck what you heard
Is it too late to get your act right?
Nah you got until the morning light
So sleep on it tonight
Matter of fact take all of the time you like
Because it doesn't matter to me at all
If you never call
And that's a well known fact
I'm just cold hearted like that

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