Fittin' to Do

You got your backpack sittin by the door
You tell me, baby, can’t take it anymore
You say “you the only one havin any fun
Now get out my damn way, I’ma get me some”
Now wait a minute honey, listen to me
Before you go and tell me, hey, how it’s got to be
What I got to do for you to hear me out?
Oh, this is something that we’ve got to talk about
You’re gonna cry baby, cry baby, all night long
When you find out every little thing they said was wrong
God knows I ain’t perfect but he knows I’ve been true
Hey, well, baby what you fittin to do?
Hey, what you fittin to do will be a big mistake
So get back in this house and unpack that case
What you’re fittin to do will do no good at all
So hang you’re damn mama’s picture back on the wall
Now I’ll admit it, I used to run around
But, your mama and your sister still try to put me down
Call (...) on the telephone (...)
You gotta trust me if it’s gonna work out
Lovey dovey’s what I’m talkin about
Come up in here and let me tell you straight
Let’s get it right before it’s too late
You’re gonna cry baby, cry baby, all night long
When you find out every little thing they said was wrong
God knows I ain’t perfect but he knows I’ve been true
Hey, well, baby what you fittin to do?
Hey, well, baby what you fittin to do?