Tired

You a, you a eata
You gone sing your pretty little words
Make a believer yeah
Scar me up with a cleaver
Wrapped in bows

I'm tired of bitching and crying
Girl You know you need me
We can be bumping and grinding
I you know you feel me yeaa yeaaa Yeaaa ee yeaaah yeahh
Breaking hearts
Like I went and broke ya back yea
Went and bent the truth
Like ya spinal cord is cracking
I gave you everything you needed
Ice was froze
Now I'm the only one who's Freezing yeah yeah
Na na na na na na na na na yea yea

You're friend is on the phone
But your friend is always alone
How she gonna tell you when Somebody else is wrong?
Misery loves company
Probably the reason why you go
And always fuck with me
But you goin' always fuck with me Yeah
Fulfill your freaky fantasies yea yea
How can I make you blow this Back out
Think shits a game
Well I'm about to click the back Out hey!
You gone'
Get any way to eat
So to, so to speak
Word to mouth
You make it leak yeah yeah
Why you always scream like that
Like I don't got a mouth for me scream right back

You a, you a eata
You gone sing your pretty little words
Make a believer yeah
Scar me up with a cleaver
Wrapped in bows
And now they're calling us the Cleavers yeah yeah
I'm tired of bitching and crying
Girl You know you need me
We can be bumping and grinding
I you know you feel me yeaa Yeaa yeaaa ee yeaaah yeahh
Breaking hearts
Like I went and broke ya back yea
Went and bent the truth
Like ya spinal cord is cracking
I gave you everything you needed
Ice was froze
Now I'm the only one who's Freezing yeah yeah yeah

And like the rose
We done wilted
Dirtied our love
And then you wanna call me filthy
You really wanna make me filthy Yeah yeah
Dirt on my body I'm still silky yea
I can be everything that you need
But you fucked up
Posted a pic just for your peeps
Little suck up
But that's just like you
Hiding fights and the strikes too
Could of been everything I need
But that ain't like you
Which is funny
You said that you loved me
Nothing or no one
Gonna ever come above me
But you
Selfish little bitchy move
I got a new attitude
I ain't even mad at you

You a, you a eata
You gone sing your pretty little words
Make a believer yeah
Scar me up with a clever
Fuck the bows
Since I ain't gonna fuck you either
Yeah yeah



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Writer(s): Yashea Concepcion
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