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Medicine
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SPM
SPM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Coy
Carlos Coy
Producer

Letra

All this time, you've been mine, heaven-sent Valentine And just like that, my life stopped on the dime I can't stop cryin', inside I'm dyin' I caught you red-handed, that's what I get for spyin' But I've been suspicious, cuz you done caught me with some bitches But you promised not to shoot me with the same triggers You didn't know the new Benz I just bought you Could be tracked by satellite, and that's how I caught you Oh Baby why? In the past I've been unfaithful I can't believe it, I feel like, this nigga raped you But you allowed it, you gave yourself to a coward I'ma bury both of you, and STILL buy you flowers Remember when Our love would never end? But now I am Tastin' my own medicine Remember when Our love would never end? But now I am Tastin' my own medicine It's disturbin', it's sick, I keep thinkin' bout this shit I wanna spit on your face, while you lie in a ditch You forgave me, but I just can't forgive you Cuz it ain't the same, I can't explain it, but it's true It's way worse, I never felt pain like this I can't take you back, you fuckin' nasty ass bitch You destroyed me, you ruined, everything I worked for A house with an elevator, a spa on the third floor I still love you, but never in my life will I touch you You disgust me, your beautiful face became ugly I just wish you was a dream, and that I could wake up But it's real, so I keep, gettin' drunk, as fuck Remember when Our love would never end? But now I am Tastin' my own medicine Remember when Our love would never end? But now I am Tastin' my own medicine I'm home waitin' for you, you don't know that I know yet You're probably gettin' fucked right now, sippin' some moet I checked the address, it's some dude named Paul Thirty-three years old, oh yeah, I checked it all Probably met him at the mall, spendin' up my cash G-string up your ass, wearin' tight ass pants Oh my, look who just pulled up in her Benz? Where you been at Girl? Oh, doin' some errands? Take your shit off! Let me smell you, what you thinkin' bout? I know where you've been! Shut your muthafuckin' mouth! Whose house is this? And who the Hell is Paul? What you mean this ain't a house? This where you took the dog? You mean... this the vetinarian's office? You got the Parvo shots, for the puppy I just bought us? It's some old man named Dr. Paul Seigel? Here's the business card, in case I don't believe you? Call him up right now? Nah Baby that's okay You know I trust you, I love you, that's all day Why is my face red? It looks like I've been cryin'? Gangsta's don't cry Baby, don't even try it Yeah This song is dedicated for all you niggas fuckin' over the women you love. If she don't get you back, your conscience will. And if she's not happy, then you'll never be happy, that's just the way it goes. Yeah, this the SPM, it don't never quit
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