It's Over

(альбом: Sloppy Seconds Vol. 2 - 2005)

What did you say?
What did you say?

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wasting all of my time waiting for you to be sober
Sick of walking around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wasting all of my time waiting for you to be sober
Sick of walking around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder

Stay focused and rap quick
Splitted and [?]
That's what I'm telling myself ripping and running all over tracks
With the bitches and the hoes distracting
And for that simple fact they could be no attachment
Solo in the bottle, I don't even know what's happening
Hope I don't accidentally show my passion
For this chick in particular, when she strolling past ya
Making ya motivate to approach and ask her
How she doing, what's her name, who she came to see
But you didn't realize that she came with me
It's hard to conceal eyes, and the game is wicked
Me and you kick it even though we ain't together, so explain it better
I'm feeling hella confused hearing the same old shit
Put yourself in my shoes, they don't fit
I know there could be two sides to the story
But give me some credit, checking is useless for me

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wasting all of my time waiting for you to be sober
Sick of walking around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wasting all of my time waiting for you to be sober
Sick of walking around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder

See ya car parked out front, and it don't mean shit
Leave the bar hardly crunk, but on some scheme shit
I need to find out what the hell is really going on
And where ya creeping when ya telling me ya going home
And so I continue to bend them corners
Never intended on drinking ten Coronas
So I'm swerving all up on the curb
Where there's some punk dude [?] my girl
Slurred speech so I stutter my words
Third week of this third shift stalker shit
Private numbers and talking shit
Like the [?] we need a resolution
Cause I'mma hold you down forever, whether it's him or me you choosing
I'm with you 'til infinity, we cruising
Riding shotgun, blowing shotguns, and leaning and grooving
And you know how we doing when it's one on one
Have a little fun in the sun, twisted, bumping that twista
I remember you when I hear these songs
It's too late to get sentimental, it's clear she's gone

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wasting all of my time waiting for you to be sober
Sick of walking around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wasting all of my time waiting for you to be sober
Sick of walking around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder

I saw you walking by
I feel it's over
Over
Over
Over