THE BLAME GAME
Who the f*ck you think you are, like who the f*ck you think you is...? Since when you start leaving me on read on all my messages? You want me to see you not answer like that's what the message is, No answer at all like you ain't understand what the question is....? The question is, do you remember back when you wasn't sh*t? Before the films and the cars and you wasn't it, Who was the one that treated you like you deserved that sh*t, And now you treat me like my hello's get on your nerves and sh*t, You wasn't acting that way when I first let you hit, P*ssy so good you swore to me you'd never forget. That I was the one in the city to hold you down, And now you treat me like my presence just holds you down. "Hold me now", that's what you used to say inside my bed, Body trembling and sweat dripping down, all on my legs. Who gave you focus when you had none, thoughts scattered? Helped you to pay attention to dreams and things ...