A Fools Tale (Running Back) [feat. Ashanti]

See, my days are cold without you (My days, yeah) But I'm hurting while I'm with you And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you (No more) See, my days are cold without you (Without you) But I'm hurting while I'm with you (Without you) And though my heart can't take no more I keep on running back to you (I keep on running) Running, running back to you (I keep on running) Running, running back to you (I keep on running) You hurt me, you got me Acting like you not me I did that, I'm big mad The big bag, Versace Oh, if you ain't love me like that You wouldn't keep runnin' back Oh, it's so hard to hold back But you keep coming back, I'm glad, yeah And when I need a bag, I just put it on replay Fly her to Miami, in the city where the Heat play Had her in the sheets, spinnin', cuttin' like a DJ Fifteen bottles like a King say She don't pay attention to that him say and she say Said it two times, then I jinxed it Saw right through me Had a cup full of lies as I drinked it, uh Only good at gettin' what you wanted New Givenchy, Birkin bag, girl, I was goin' in Now you got some', baby, flaunt it Wishin' I kept it honest Oh, you got some, oh, you got some Oh, you got somebody But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin' You won't stop frontin' on it, babe Oh, you got some, oh, you got some Oh, you got somebody But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin' You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (Runnin' back to me) See, when I get the strength to leave (Runnin' back) You, you can learn to appreciate me (Runnin' back to me) Then it all remains the same (She runnin' back to me) That you ain't never gonna change, never gonna change You got me, I got you You actin' out like you not you The rumors are not true (True) You givin' away everything I got you Oh, Birkin bags and them tags won't get be back I gave a fuck, you blow fifty stacks You mad as fuck when I spit these facts 'Cause you can spend it ten ways (Ten ways) Never cared about your money Regardless of what my friends say 'Cause there is nothing that they can say Tory, if you really want it You come Wednesday t Wednesday Boss bitch whip, I pull up, cause a frenzy No scratch on it, no spot, no McKenzie, uh For all of my ladies, sing this song if you can't do wrong Oh, you got some, oh, you got some Oh, you got somebody (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) But you won't stop frontin', you won't stop frontin' You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (You won't stop frontin' on me, no) Oh, you got some, oh, you got some (Swear that you got somebody, yeah) Oh, you got somebody But you won't stop frontin' You won't stop frontin' (You know you won't stop frontin') You won't stop frontin' on it, babe (Runnin' back to me) See, when I get the strength to leave (Runnin' back) You always tell me that you need me (Runnin' back to me) And I'm weak 'cause I believe you (She runnin' back to me) And I'm mad because I love you (Runnin' back to me) So I stop and think that maybe (Runnin' back) You can learn to appreciate me (Runnin' back to me) Then it all remains the same (She runnin' back to me) That you ain't never gonna change, never gonna change Draft you to the team like Kobe in '96 Blue and orange drops like Ewing signed to the Knicks You fine and you thick, get you assigned to the dick Have you runnin' back and forth like suicides in this bitch Do or dies in this bitch, like you from line in this bitch I stunt so hard, I stuff credit cards in Goyards Your face, no flaws, no case, no charge Pulled up in BMs, we spendin' daily per diems From a.m. to the p.m., you would hop inside my bed Get it wetter than, what's that line? Uh Spray 'em where you see 'em That's why I'm payin' no attention to chicks, I'm playin' in my DM I know dropout Rovers, pop out sofas Was with me when I wasn't eatin' We would pop out Stouffer's You see, that's why I'm still fuckin' with you Pay it down, ten toes, still thuggin' with you (Word) Takin' long flights out the DR I'm still in Palos back to Caicos Trips for the chick that swing them hips like Miss Juegos From questions like, how'd your day go? I spend it, extended the suite another week In Dego, just to watch the day go As far as bankroll, bank go I can speak for it with the trips like sprain on ankle I keep mami on everyone of 'em, shit, I'm sonnin' 'em Niggas talkin' crazy to bae, I point the gun at 'em Super hell shit pop up, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun Was with me back when I was broke, and so I run it up Anything for you, I swerve in the lane for you Hop in the drop top, still work in the rain for you Nurture this pain for you 'Cause even days that it ain't workin' I'm still lurkin' and hurtin', in pain for you See the art, I was shootin' from the heart But what's shootin' from the heart With a worthless aim for you? Yeah