Vaughn's Interlude

Ah na na na
Here we go again with the same old story
Me and you, same bull-shit, different day
Yet you always comin' back, then
Talkin' all that shit, actin' like you finna leave or somethin'
C'mon, who you playin...

Why you gotta act like that
Why you act like that
Why you try'na come back to me
Why you gotta act like that
Why you act like that
Why you tryna come back to...

Why you, why you gotta act
Why you, why you gotta act like that
(I'm just out here doin' me baby, what's so hard about you learnin' how to do you too... without me)

I hate that you know I still want it bad
But, love the way you take advantage of it
I here hustlin try'na get my bag, saw my phone ring
And her picture on it, like
Why...

(Why you gotta act like that
Why you act like that
Why you try'na come back to)

You try'na come back to me
Like I told you, you would can't you see how you damagin'
How I work like a protegé
There be water to whip, but, I don't
That ain't part of me
I ain't out throwin
Or showin how my money
Flowin' go-ing, growin stronger
Never slowin over
In the club, Patronin'
Women hoe-in' over
Drinks are over-flowin'
Sip until you gone...
Like that pretty little blonde
Givin' that look like she want me involved
If scorin a problem, consider it solved
Cuz her hand in my drawls, like...

Why you gotta act like that
Why you act like that
Why you try'na come back to me
Why you gotta act like that
Why you act like that
Why you tryna come back to...

Why you, why you gotta act
Why you, why you gotta act like that
Why you gotta act like...

Like that
(Like that)
Hit it back
(Right back) like
Hear that clap
Hit it back, like that
(Right back)
Throw it back
Put it work
(Put in, put in)

(Over and over, over and over, over and over and over and over)

Puttin' that work and we gone
Wearin me out, ridin hard
Love it when you wear yo' thong
Said, damn girl you, on
Now pop it, look back at it all
Pop it, like it's Perignon
Said, pop it like Perignon...

I just wanna hit it and then detach
IDK if it's worth another relapse, or a heart attack
What you lack, slip-my-mind
When I'm hittin it from the back, like
Damn...

Why you gotta act like that
Why you lie like that
Why you tryna come back to, me
Why you gotta act like that
Why you gotta act like that
Why you act like that
Why you tryna come back to...

You try'na come back to me
I don't see the point, or a future with us between
It don't take no prophecy
You'd have to be blind, not to see the hypocracy
No time for apologies, none should be needed our drama got boring
The screamin, pleadin leadin to only part of the folly
That we've been weavin' in (what was our story) like
Why...



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Writer(s): Wm. Sprowls
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