[Produced by Tommy Black]
[Verse 1: Rache]
I'm not much of a drinker, more of a smoker, hell of a thinker
And I speak what's on my mind, then tat it on my body I'm sure you can tell cos I'm inked up
Soul, all in these words
The bread comes first then second these birds
So please don't leave your crumbs at my curb
Cos third is keeping it from my main chick
We argue over the same sh**
She'll talk about what I did before, and then talk about who I hang with
She said she's feeling the anguish
Yelling and cursing in Spanglish
We just be going through changes
Driving her crazy, and breaking her heart. Karma hit and the lanes switched
[Hook]
Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up
They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up
Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up
They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up
[Verse 2: Rache]
She's too much of a drinker, less of a smoker, hell of a thinker
And she speaks what's on her mind, so we gon' argue every time
But her friends always in her face, tell her stories and claiming that I'm always lying
For every dollar it's ten dimes, and murder girl you blow my mind
Pain all in her veins, cos she sees the whole picture when they're only viewing the frame
It's a wall between us like fractions
And I'm awake and chasing my dreams
Rapping just like Chamillionaire, but she can't adjust to this change
[Hook]
Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up
They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up
Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up
They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up