Breakfast Santana, DJ Striver, Cryfest 88, Let's do this before I get real fucked up man

We went through the easy parts
Now we making easy hard
You sweating me off a flex
And I can't believe these thoughts
But I wanna work it out
I really wanna see what you about
I wanna work it out
I really wanna see what you about
We went through the easy parts
Now we making easy hard
You sweating me off a flex
And I can't believe these thots
But I wanna work it out
I really wanna see what you about
I wanna work it out
I really wanna see what you about

I been waiting for this fight to end
Round after round taking shots one more hit I drown
Where you been I got the linen out laid on the couch
Like we're bout to have a picnic ain't we eating out?
Oh you went shopping with your bitches and you tired now?
Got a free set of rims and some tires how?
And you threw the juice I got from Fred Meyers out?
Cook dinner baby see I got the fryers out?
Naw fuck it, I ain't got an appetite
I'm just tryna see if anybody going out tonight
She ain't in the mood for the caking
Couldn't help but be rude couldn't hold it in or fake it
So I came home drunk she alone half baked
Told me tomorrow she was having a dinner date with a chick she once dated
Damn I really hate it when we know
That what we do would kill each other soul so I gotta let you know