Really Don't Want My Love

(アルバム： Girl Interrupted - 2002)

[Intro: Ms Jade]
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off

[Verse 1: Ms Jade]
You had me turned out, as a young buck in a caddy truck
Giving me dough for air maxes and new traxes
It was cool when you let me breathe
After we finished laying up, you won't let me leave
Damn I'ma adult now, mammi packed up the belts now
You all dumb high off the lie, playing yourself now
Fucking up my groove, watch my every move
Try and get me caught up, making up lies that ain't true
I can't take this dumb shit, you starting to irk me
Laying all them rules down like you birth me
Shit you the worst B, all try lock me
Even got both my next door neighbours watching me
You gotta problem, something that I can't solve wit ya
I'm at the point were we split I will not miss ya
I ain't your wife, damn sure ain't your child
Trees getting to ya head, cuz dumb chick ain't my style

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me

[Verse 2: Ms Jade]
I don't know what's wrong wit you, is you me dude or a detective
Try to look at it from your perspective, but I can't
You wanna know where I'm going, who I'm seeing
And who I'm meeting, what I'm eating, what I'm doing
Who I'm screwing, not you cuz I can't stand how you trying to run me
High all day, plus you don't really even love me
Cuz if you did you would let me live, the facts will pop up in your brain
That I ain't no kid, and that no man gon' tell me how to breathe
Right disease type, smoke clouding up your mind sight
Think it's time you try again and get your little dust off
Bust off, now it's time to take the fucking cuffs off
Go ahead, smoke laugh and joke wit ya homies
But do me a favour, when you sober don't call me
I'm finished wit ya, I hope and pray that you ain't bitter
Used to have the goods, nowadays you don't deliver

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Missy Elliot]
You think you got me on lock, cuz when my friends call I don't go
But this shit here's gotta stop, you be acting like I'm on parole
Oh why you tripping, why you tripping, cuz I can't take this too long
Oh do you call this big pimping, oh... this is what you call big pimping

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ms Jade & Missy Elliott]
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
Now let me count it off, now let me count it off, now let me count it off
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them trees
Then you wanna try to tell me what to do
Why you wanna put a little hold on me