No More

(No more)
(No more)
(I ain't finna deal with this no more)
I'm tired of you treating me like this
I ain't bout to do it
You had me sitting here
Looking like I'm just clueless
This stuff ain't happening no more
I promise you it won't
Now people think I'm punk made
Well tell them try your luck
This love stuff ain't for me
That's why I tout my tour my gun
You can't trust a soul these girls
Will leave you just for fun
I ain't finna tolerate
This stuff no more
I ain't finna deal
With this stuff no more

I sat back and looked real stupid
Member thinking love was real
Just like Cupid
I remember seeing you
Seeing her looking back
Told them boys to get back
Told them girls just to slat
I remember them times
Sitting back holding you
Thinking stuff
Was going to go through
And now I'm sitting here
Looking like what to do
Now these people looking at me
Man I don't know what to do
Man these people don't even
Know my struggles
I remember them times
I had to sit and work a double
No you wouldn't know the trouble
Had no other option
Tilll I got it off the muscle
That's why I sit back and don't
Let them know my struggle
Cause people will leave you
Cause people will mistreat you
Cause people will lie to you
That's why you have nobody but you
That's why

I'm tired of you treating me like this
I ain't bout to do it
You had me sitting here
Looking like I'm just clueless
This stuff ain't happening no more
I promise you it won't
Now people think I'm punk made
Well tell them try your luck
This love stuff ain't for me
That's why I tout my tout my gun
You can't trust a soul these girls
Will leave you just for fun
I ain't finna tolerate
This stuff no more
I ain't finna deal
With this stuff no more

Baby girl you broken my heart
I told you straight from the start
I ain't gone sit in the dark
I ain't gone let you treat me like this
I had to put down my foot
Without using my fist

I'm tired of you treating me like this
I ain't bout to do it
You had me sitting here
Looking like I'm just clueless
This stuff ain't happening no more
I promise you it won't
Now people think I'm punk made
Well tell them try your luck
This love stuff ain't for me
That's why I tout my tout my gun
You can't trust a soul these girls
Will leave you just for fun
I ain't finna tolerate
This stuff no more
I ain't finna deal
With this stuff no more
No more
No more
No more
No more
I ain't finna deal with this stuff no more



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Writer(s): Mook
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