Lyric Sour
Sour
Mellow out
Bitch
I thought I knew ya
Took the time to throw my lovin into ya
Screw ya
Cuz now you got me sittin in the sewer
I m through with all them roller coaster rides
See, I ain t forgot about the knots that you been tieing with my insides
I dropped my pride
Without you I was sure to die
I tried with cash
And all I could, to make it last
Now I accepted that was in the past
I know you love me
Loved me like a piece of trash
But at first you were so sweet
Couldn t go without seein your face for an hour
So sour
It all became a hassle
You were even living in my castle
Just to use me
And verbally abuse me
That s not the way I m running my shop
It took a while to see the light before I stopped
And you got dropped off
It s over, probably I ll be sweating it
But in the long run you ll be the one regrettin it
Maybe you won t, maybe you will
But baby, you re still about as real as a three dollar bill
No one to blame but you
Look at them blame me
Oh oh, I sound like a bitch
A little bitch in heat
With all that anger that I m feelin
Bitch I think it s heat
Another spit tale
Just another spit tale
Thanks for the lesson
Now get your shit and hit the trail
We know I m coming from the old school
You damn fool
Intensity is something that I m made of
And certainly I m not afraid of
A little smack in the face
Thanks for the taste
Mellow out
Bitch
I thought I knew ya
Took the time to throw my lovin into ya
Screw ya
Cuz now you got me sittin in the sewer
I m through with all them roller coaster rides
See, I ain t forgot about the knots that you been tieing with my insides
I dropped my pride
Without you I was sure to die
I tried with cash
And all I could, to make it last
Now I accepted that was in the past
I know you love me
Loved me like a piece of trash
But at first you were so sweet
Couldn t go without seein your face for an hour
So sour
It all became a hassle
You were even living in my castle
Just to use me
And verbally abuse me
That s not the way I m running my shop
It took a while to see the light before I stopped
And you got dropped off
It s over, probably I ll be sweating it
But in the long run you ll be the one regrettin it
Maybe you won t, maybe you will
But baby, you re still about as real as a three dollar bill
No one to blame but you
Look at them blame me
Oh oh, I sound like a bitch
A little bitch in heat
With all that anger that I m feelin
Bitch I think it s heat
Another spit tale
Just another spit tale
Thanks for the lesson
Now get your shit and hit the trail
We know I m coming from the old school
You damn fool
Intensity is something that I m made of
And certainly I m not afraid of
A little smack in the face
Thanks for the taste