Truth Is
Why am just trying to sit back and chill
He is all up in my grill
He wants to knoe why I don't want him
no more
Truth is I am tried of him treating me like
I'm he lil h*e
I guess he mad cause I told him to get
his stuff and get out the door
Cause I Don't want no man that is gone
be hitting me to the floor
All night he kept hitting a nerve
So I got his stuff and threw it out on
the curve
He wonder why I wanted to hit him
with a log
Truth is he is a low down dirty dog
Copyright © Aerial Dampier | Year Posted 2009
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