"Things I Don't Mean" as written by Charles Bereal, Kenneth M Bereal, Melissa Elliott and Craig Brockman....
I need to talk to y'all for one minute
Have you ever been so mad with the one you love
And you done say some things that you regret in the morning
But your pride still won't let you admit when your wrong
But see wrong is wrong
And your more of an adult when you can admit that
You feel me

See baby last night I was pissed
Cold as ice on my wrist
I was like pissed right
I said a few things to make his brain go ding
This chick sick to make his just want to quit
Now don't give up on my good love
The back rubs in the bathtub
Yeah I'm just a dirty slut
I'm just a spoilt
And yeah I get a petty
Forgive me if I act to silly

I've been thinkin things over, ohh
And I apologise
Woman enough to say I'm sorry, ohh
I didn't mean to lie when I said to you

You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
You say crazy things when you're mad
But the things I really don't mean baby, yeah
You make me sick, you can pack you're shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
The next day I'll be calling trying to get you on the phone,
Hook-up with you

I'll do whatever makes it better
Cus I have crossed the line
I have overstepped out of my boundaries
We spent so many times together
So forget those lies
When I told you

You make me sick, you can pack your shit
Imma be alright, with or without you
You say crazy things when you're mad
But the things I really don't mean baby, yeah
You make me sick, you can pack you're shit
Imma be alright, with or without you
The next day I'll be calling trying to get you on the phone,
Hook-up with you

Boy I, I thank you for being so patient (so patient)
I said some messed up things for sure
I thank you for being so patient (patient)
And standing by me

See it don't feel good to hurt the one you love
Even when you're mad
I've said some hurtful things, I'm sorry
You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
Crazy things when you're mad, I don't really mean it
You make me sick, you can pack you're shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
The next day I'll be calling on the phone trying to get ya

You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
Sorry, I'm trying to hook up with you
You make me sick, you can pack you're shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you


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"Things I Don't Mean" as written by Charles W Bereal Charles Bereal

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