Sunday, January 28
Fuck you right backOh oh OoohNo no no(You know there is two sides to every story)See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitchTalkin' shit like a snitch Why you write a song 'bout meIf you really didn't careYou wouldn't wanna shareTellin' everybody just how you feelFuck what I did was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit outFuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jackWell guess what yo, fuck you right backFuck what I did was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit outFuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jackWell guess what yo, fuck you right backYou thought you could really make me moanI had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)I had to turn to your friendNow you want me to come backYou must be smokin' crackIm goin' else where and thats a factFuck all those nights I moaned real loudFuck it, I faked it, aren't you proudFuck all those nights you thought you broke my backWell guess what yo, your sex was wackFuck all those nights I moaned real loudFuck it, I faked it, aren't you proudFuck all those nights you thought you broke my backWell guess what yo, your sex was wackWhoa whoaUh uh yeaWhoa whoaUh uh yeaWhoa whoaUh uh yeaWhoa whoaUh uh yeaYou questioned did I care Maybe I would have if you woulda gone down thereNow it's overBut I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabsI can't sweat that cause I got to goFuck what I did was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit outFuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jackWell guess what yo, fuck you right back.oh oh uh uh yeaoh oh uh uh yeaoh oh uh uh yeaoh ohuh uh yeaYou made me do this