[Intro: John Mayer]
Is she really here
Is she standing in my room
No she's not
Cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone

[Verse 1: Youssof]
So I am sitting here, in my room
Thinking 'bout where I would go
If I took a route I'd croak
Sadly, this is the end of a very short story
Cause only the lonely could ever become my homies
I am solely dedicated to you, cause if I let go of my grasp
I might let go of my craft, and in this booth I'd be whack
And you wouldn't like that, cause if Youssof gives his mic back
Usefulness is useless shit - right back at you (ACHOO)
Excuse me, who knew I'd be allergic to all this bullshit
Hold it in, cause lady I am attracted to you
I am infatuated by you, you're as mad a bitch
But if I look past that
Nah you're still mad as a Bitch
But the fact that I still love you is a latter offence
I am heart broken with a mic-stand
Now ain't that bitch, ain't that a bitch damn..

[Hook: John Mayer]
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed, and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe

[Verse 2: Tac]
Yeah like I said
Its a bitch ain't it
You're menacing like the devil tainted, heart fainted
I am raining tears
While my eyes are painting fears
Greater reasons why I told you that you shouldn't fucking interfere
You're a - a catalyst for destruction cause we fuck-less
Well, fuck this, I am not gonna sit here waiting for you to say that your closed
I don't give a fuck bout whats under your clothes
I'm a - gentlemen, well that's not true
But I swear, I don't judge by the fucking genitals
Cause we don't fuck on the first day we settle in
You know whats better than this?
This ain't love song, just a message to you bitch
Tell you what you missed on
Tell you what you pissed on when you had the chance
I was the best man that you could've ever had
But I ain't gotta prove it you, you're a waste of time, and I ain't got no time to do you, cause fool you just ruined mine, soon you'll see but just in time

[Hook: John Mayer]
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed, and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe