Verse 1
You remind me of my first black book
Covered up messes underneath each slap jus for looks
Had our problems, and they obviously changed you
But you continuously naggin, yeah that shit ain't cute
I try to be a nice dude, but your attitude kills it all
And you wonder why im always high when I call
Its problem after conflict
All the mistakes and apologies
Im losing interest in this game ???
Stress conquers the mind of mine
I keep on trying but now its time
To let you know how I feel so i do it like this
Take you to a private place
Look you in the face and convince
Im sick of all your garbage, youre a fake bitch
Tell me not to be that and this but you do the same shit
The nerve that you got
What you earned is what is rot
It was firm but now its soft
This relationship must stop
Chorus
I try to paint a perfect picture
But the image i envision isnt perfect
I know im better when im with ya
But i dont want no one to save me
Dont try to save me
Verse 2
So this is when you start crying
You start lying
But i ain't feelin bad at all
So you can start wiping those tears off your face
You look really dumb
2 days back you were tellin me how your feelings were nun
You werent showing any affection
So i started texting
Homegirl from baskin robbins
She gave me secret sextin
It was history that shit woke me up
Like coke in the cup
Bout the sex she spoke about us
Not me and her
But about me and you
How you seem to be careless in presence of other fools
Exotic fumes catch my eye once in awhile
But i need more than a fake smile
Your a mad child
Noticed all the negativity you carry
You gossip and complain everyday on the daily
I used to be fond of you, used to call you baby
But now all i gotta say is bitch that you crazy
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Verse 3
I try to paint a perfect picture but yall really hate
And all i hear is max you good but you ain't really great
Is that a real debate?
Shit i thinks not
Drowin all my sorrows sippin at the local drink spot
Every night at the same bar and no one likes me
Fighting, lost in translation i might be
Its so incising
I feel the hate like its taking
And im about to break like fake bling
I get the notion im potent but steady broken
So when im hopin im smokin, they steady chokin
They think max a joke, but i rap till backs get broke
And wack tracks lack the dough
Us real n***as is lettin you turn fake
I teach love but in turn i learn hate
And in that same class im learnin the word fake
My life is too heavy i should probably burn weight
Mothafucka
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