She told me "I'm better off without you,"
And I told her, "It's just another front."
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I've got me a headache
Verse I:
It might be another Saturday night
With the same old drunks and the same old fights
The same motherf**ers sneaking off to do a line
Cause you know they want it
You might not see my a** hanging around
Sometimes this played out scene starts getting me down
When there's no place to go you've got to figure it out
Time to beg, steal, or borrow
It's not a time to be thinking about her
Or how goddamn sh**ty those situations were
Let the b**h sit there and toss and turn
When you're gone tomorrow
Chorus:
She told me "I'm better off without you,"
And I told her, "It's just another front."
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I've got me a headache
She told me "I'm better off without you,"
And I told her she's just a f**ing c*nt
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I've got me a headache
Verse II:
I might run with a dangerous crowd
And some people I know are probably holding me down
And your stupid girlfriends wish I wasn't around
But you know they want it
The same movie keeps happening to me
And I've had more stress than I care to see
I'm not feeling you and you can stand me
Time to get on with it
Chorus:
She told me "I'm better off without you,"
And I told her, "It's just another front."
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I've got me a headache
She told me "I'm better off without you,"
And I told her she's just a f**ing c*nt
Slipped into the back with all of my boys
Now I've got me a headache
Bridge:
I'm tired of the games, feeling strange and acting funny
Wanting something from me, trying to play me like a dummy
But you'll never get the best of me you'll always be mine
No matter who you're with girl that a** will always be mine
So stay in line baby girl turn around and show me that
Ever since I hit that cat that a** been getting fat
Now your new man wishes that you never knew my name
Around your friends playing games, fronting and sounding lame
Well I've seen about enough of this
And this song keeps me from clinching my fist
And I don't need some sorry chick around
To pull me down and down and down again
Chorus