The Heart That I Gave For Ya Was More Than An Organ Dona
So I Was Gonna Pour It Into The Form Of A Poem For Ya
But Before I Know This Flow Exploded And So I
Tore Up The Poem And Wrote A Whole Song Cus Whore
Every Time I Hear The Radio And Our Song Is On It
Its Like Alls Gone Wrong In My Stomach And I Wanna Vomit
And Im Not Gonna Comment On How Long I Wanted
To Bomb Ya Mama For Drama She Braught In Our Apartment
It Didnt Take Much To Await The Day Of Our Brake Up
Our First Date Sucked Same With The Way We'd Make Love
And Every Day I Was Afraid To Wake Up To The Face Of A Fake Slut
Who Cant Do Her Make Up I Was In Pain For Those 8 Months
And Even If I Drank Me A Case Of Listerine
It'd Never Erase The Sickening Taste Of You Kissin Me
Cant Believe You Had Me Crushin To Ushers Box Set Its
Like Now I Get A Rush From Flushin Your Cosmetics
You Actin Like Im Damaged And Cant Manage Ya Dead Wrong
It Aint Happenin Dammit Im A Man And Reds Strong
I Took Matches To The Mattress We Slept On
Now Its In Ashes Like Our Passion The Beds Gone
So Get All Ya Clothes Get Out The Do Ya Got To Go
And I Thought You Aught To Know When I Went Off And Ya Got Told
You Were Hot As A Model, That Was All Cus I Got Aholdof Alot Of Those Bottles
All Talk Of The Alcohol Ho Ya Not Hot At All Though
Thought It Was Love But I Was Stupid It Was A Venomous Dart
That Old Cupid Used For Shootin This Man In His Heart
Another Night With You Hoggin The Covas Bitch
Swear To God Ida Smothad Ya Quick And Stopped This Monogomist Lova Shit
And Cus I Was Forced Wit No Option For So Long To Go Shoppin
To Sit On The Sofa Watchin Those Soap Operas And
Old Episodes Of The Oprah Show So Often
You Were Close To Gettin Choked Off And Thrown In Your Own Closet
Plus You Shoulda Been Catchin Mad Smackins And Ass Beatins
At Least When I Ran Into U And My Man On That Weekend
On The Back Street In The Lac Creepin
Mackin On The Back Seat In The Act Cheatin
But I Dont Live In The Past Ima Just Get Wit Ya Sista Quicka Than Fast
Rip Ya Pictuas In Half Pitch Ya Shit In The Trash
I Got A New Chick Ya Slip And Shes Kickin Ya Ass
Maybe Thatll Get You To Quit Ya Bitchin At Last
And Since Ya Skin Contaminated My Lettermans Jacket
I Shredded The Bastard Like Ya Letters And That Shit
With All Ya Non Stop Calls Ya Blow Up The Answer Machine
Got Me Wantin To Beat You Down Wit Ya Cosmopolitan Magazine
Cus Dont You Notice The Cold Shoulda Im Throwin You?
But Knowin You You Need The Whole Ovaview Broken To You
So Here We Go Throw On Ya Shoes Put Those Old Sodas To Use
Theres No Growin Old Wit You Ho Im So Ova You!!!!!
