Teenage Heartbreak (feat. Mind.Full)

Where you going
I Hate You
You selfish, you arrogant, and so stupid
I don't need you to live here
I'm tired of sitting up in this house not having a man next to me when I want
You hate me
Yeah that's right I hate yo ass
You make me sick. I can't stand yo bald head
You act like a little boy instead of a grown black man
I hate you
Well you know what? I hate yo ass too
Do something

This is the teenage heartbreak anthem
Boy I love you so much I can't stand you
We broke each other's hearts
We ripped it all apart
But I can't live without you

This is the teenage heartbreak anthem
Boy I love you so much I can't stand you
You broke my fucking heart
You ripped it all apart
Now I gotta live without you

Dang since you been gone I don't know what to do
I been looking around to find another you
I'm tired of taking these L's I need a W
And sorry for everything, didn't mean to trouble you
Been praying for the day that you come running back to me
Imma have you run the business, get you out that factory
Imma have you on a jet
Shit how much you wanna bet
I'll be a couple mil up on the beach with no debt
I need you more than a horse need hay
but if you cook for me now you'll probably lace my steak
Just tell me that you coming back and we just took a break
And you always on time
I'm always running late
You not the first but baby you was the worst
I'm tired of love I'm starting to think I'm cursed
Wasted all them years to end up like this
This is the anthem if you heartbroke then sing this shit

This is the teenage heartbreak anthem
Boy I love you so much I can't stand you
We broke each other's hearts
We ripped it all apart
But I can't live without you

This is the teenage heartbreak anthem
Boy I love you so much I can't stand you
You broke my fucking heart
You ripped it all apart
Now I gotta live without you

Sitting here thinking was it really that bad
I was looking at you cry but I aint think you was sad
Hoping you forget the pain and we come back the same
I think I finally matured I'm done playing them games
And you forgot that you was pregnant and you was having my daughter
You was supposed to be my wife, I already asked your father
But on the real man I guess it was my fault
I'm feeling like drake well shit it was her loss
And please don't worry bout the women that I've been with
I'll drop them hoes if you come calling real quick
And I'll still open up the door if you come to my crib
I'm still answering the phone if you blow up my shit
Cause I don't really give a fuck
All them petty arguments ain't really mean much
I let you win, pride to the side
You was the Bonnie to my Clyde
Damn



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Mosley
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