Pieces
You go me out of my comfort
What am I supposed to do
Why should my heart always suffer
I should be enjoying my youth
You don't believe that I love you
But if you knew the truth
When you left I broke into pieces
I'd go to war over you
Baby girl give me the bottle
I'm mixing gin with my juice
You say that I'm nothing but trouble
But you the one busting it loose
From the front or the back
I left you sore both ways
I used to break your back
Was walking poor those days
And if I slip my tongue
You'd be more amazed
We done round 2
On round 3 we need more foreplay
You go me out of my comfort
What am I supposed to do
Why should my heart always suffer
I should be enjoying my youth
You don't believe that I love you
But if you knew the truth
You broke my heart into pieces
I can't get over you
I guess I'll be a savage
Said you was pregnant I can't manage
I drug my feet I guess it caused some static
Now I'm in these streets and I'm out here causing havoc
When you leave the old nigga
Bring that ass to me
If I got a new bae
You know I'll cut her free
Or maybe you can join along
And we gone make it three
You made me your alcoholic
Girl and you my cup of tea
You go me out of my comfort
What am I supposed to do
Why should my heart always suffer
I should be enjoying my youth
You don't believe that I love you
But if you knew the truth
I still can't pick up these pieces
I'll never get over you
What am I supposed to do
Why should my heart always suffer
I should be enjoying my youth
You don't believe that I love you
But if you knew the truth
When you left I broke into pieces
I'd go to war over you
Baby girl give me the bottle
I'm mixing gin with my juice
You say that I'm nothing but trouble
But you the one busting it loose
From the front or the back
I left you sore both ways
I used to break your back
Was walking poor those days
And if I slip my tongue
You'd be more amazed
We done round 2
On round 3 we need more foreplay
You go me out of my comfort
What am I supposed to do
Why should my heart always suffer
I should be enjoying my youth
You don't believe that I love you
But if you knew the truth
You broke my heart into pieces
I can't get over you
I guess I'll be a savage
Said you was pregnant I can't manage
I drug my feet I guess it caused some static
Now I'm in these streets and I'm out here causing havoc
When you leave the old nigga
Bring that ass to me
If I got a new bae
You know I'll cut her free
Or maybe you can join along
And we gone make it three
You made me your alcoholic
Girl and you my cup of tea
You go me out of my comfort
What am I supposed to do
Why should my heart always suffer
I should be enjoying my youth
You don't believe that I love you
But if you knew the truth
I still can't pick up these pieces
I'll never get over you
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Writer(s): Thomas Johnson
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