She told me “I’m better off without you,”
And I told her, “It’s just another front.”
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I’ve got me a headache

Verse I:
It might be another Saturday night
With the same old drunks and the same old fights
The same motherfuckers sneaking off to do a line
Cause you know they want it.

You might not see my ass hanging around
Sometimes this played out scene starts getting me down
When there’s no place to go you’ve got to figure it out
Time to beg, steal, or borrow

It’s not a time to be thinking about her
Or how goddamn shitty those situations were
Let the bitch sit there and toss and turn
When you’re gone tomorrow

Chorus:
She told me “I’m better off without you,”
And I told her, “It’s just another front.”
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I’ve got me a headache

She told me “I’m better off without you,”
And I told her she’s just a fucking cunt
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I’ve got me a headache

Verse II:
I might run with a dangerous crowd
And some people I know are probably holding me down
And your stupid girlfriends wish I wasn’t around
But you know they want it

The same movie keeps happening to me
And I’ve had more stress than I care to see
I’m not feeling you and you can stand me
Time to get on with it.

Chorus:
She told me “I’m better off without you,”
And I told her, “It’s just another front.”
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I’ve got me a headache

She told me “I’m better off without you,”
And I told her she’s just a fucking cunt
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I’ve got me a headache

Bridge:
I’m tired of the games, feeling strange and acting funny,
Wanting something from me, trying to play me like a dummy
But you’ll never get the best of me you’ll always be mine,
No matter who you’re with girl that ass will always be mine

So stay in line baby girl turn around and show me that,
Ever since I hit that cat that ass been getting fat
Now your new man wishes that you never knew my name,
Around your friends playing games, fronting and sounding lame

Well I’ve seen about enough of this
And this song keeps me from clinching my fist
And I don’t need some sorry chick around
To pull me down and down and down again.

Chorus


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