No, ooh No, no, no You know there are two sides To every story See, I don't know why your cryin' like a bitch Talkin' shit like a snitch? Why'd 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, it didn't mean jack Well guess what yo, fuck you right back Fuck what I did, was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin' it 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 I had to, to do your friend Now, you want me to come back You must be smokin' crack I'm goin' else where and that's a fact Fuck all those nights, I moaned real loud Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud? 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, aren't you proud? Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back Well, guess what yo, your sex was wack Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah You questioned, did I care Maybe I would have if you would've gone down there Now it's all over But I do admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go Fuck what I did was your fault somehow Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack Well, guess what yo, fuck you right back Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah Oh, oh Uh, uh, yeah You made me do this © NOTTING DALE SONGS INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com