Look I just feel like you never respect me When has ignorace ever been sexy Said it's all about talking our feelings But if you would listen I'll tell you what vexs me
I don't feel like you know me for real like Only dating the size that my legs be When I talk to my girls Thay've been saying we're meant to be closer We're meant to be besties
They know me You don't They try but You won't You've been giving a lot of your time to the boys But you hate when I say you forgot me
If I asked you the day that we met Would you know when we met without using a proxy When you told me you rated the sass But the second I fell you were hating the moxie
You're saying that I'm hard to handle Real men love the strech and handles Never tell me how my body should look If you've never done a day in my feminine sandals And you hate when I'm out with the girls You know their men setting better examples And I hate when you're out with the boys Cos I know that your boys will be checking for samples
Yes I could be salty but I don't need that to stress me out Guess you probably think I need you, boy I could do sick without You don't look the same I've got some things I need to think about Yeah you tell me how you feel your actions seem to fuel the doubt but
I do know one thing though You men you come you go Saturday through Sunday Monday Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow Putting all my feelings on this paper Hope you read this ho
Hope you read this ho Saturday through Sunday Monday Monday through Sunday (yeah) Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow (maybe we'll someday grow) Putting all my feelings on this paper Hope you read this (hope you read this)
Look I've been giving a lot from the second I met you It seems like it's never enough though All the hours I worked for the clothes on your back And I did it with nothing but gusto
See I gotta be there for your needs make time for mine And then hold my family Got back to the plates in the sink So pardon me if sometimes I get angry
And I wanna be left on my own Sometimes somehow that means I hate you Spent a little down time outside And somehow thinking I'm being unfaithful Say I shouldn't go out with the boys But you're gonna be pissed if I turn this table
And you think I don't hear you Talk on the phone to your girls Tryna act like angels Cos she's saying I should've been taller You're jealous she dating a baller You're saying you should've just stayed with your ex Cos I know that you wanted a lawyer But you wanna get mad Cos of things in the past I chilling with somebody's daughter
Still bringing up things that we left in the past Like a broken cam recorder Said I never talked my feeling When we met that's what you liked You don't like me shouting but you raise your voice That's why we fight Said you never hurt me but I know you did this out of spite If I've never meet your needs I'll pack my bags and leave tonight cos
I do know one thing tho Women they come they go Saturday through Sunday Monday Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow Putting all my feelings on this paper Hope you read this ho
I do know one thing tho People they come they go Saturday through Sunday Monday Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow Putting all my feelings on this paper Hope you read thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
