IRC-Galleria

You know there is two sides to every story

See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
talkin' shit like a snitch
why you write a song 'bout me
if you really didn't care
you wouldn't wanna share
tellin' everybody just how you feel

fuck what I did was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
fuck all the cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back

What I did was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to talk to your friend
now you want me to come back
you must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it,i'll rent you out
fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
well guess what yo,your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it,i'll rent you out
fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
well guess what yo,your sex was wack

You questioned did I care
maybe I would howl if you wanna come to me
now it's over
but I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't swear bad cause I got to go

What I did was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back