No More Excuses

(Grrah)

How can we end before we even had start

Like did want me, my money or my heart

Like all this time away from you I don't want us apart

Like your body is a diamond it is a work of art

Down own my own got me sippin that wock

Everyone heard about how you did me, they was really in shock

Reaching my chrome, I starting toting my knock

Demons in my head, I started spinning them blocks

Stopped picking up the phone, missed calls, I missed your voice

You never gave me a chance, didnt give me a choice

You said you wanted a man but you was fucking on boys

Got them Demons in my head they yelling out that noise

FaceTime calls, excuses why we ain't link

Got me wondering if you was fucking with me I really had to think

Bought you everything in your favorite color pink

Always was drunk, she'd been having a lot of drinks

Thoughts to my own wishing how can we restart

Like how can we fall out, how did we fall apart

Did we jump in to quick from the start

Or did I did bad here on my part?

(You always do this)

(I know I love hard)

(Give me a reason not)

(No more excuses)

New girl and shes feenin and itching to click

She don't play bout me we stick together like this

She know bout my past and all the shit I did

Still by my side through it all I pray that we don't split

I'm gonna be by her side, be there through it all

Through all the highs and all the falls

Anything wrong baby just give me a call

Get this education and money together we gonna ball

Like how you leave me without a reason why?

You just picked up your things leaved without saying goodbye

Thought you was my heart, thought for me you was gon' ride

Guess she love the streets, she really love being outside

I know I got some people watching over me in the sky

Lord please protect me in these streets don't let me die

Be the best man I can be make my baby don't cry

Baby I'll be there and wipe the tears away from your eyes

Like you my girl I don't play bout you

If you click for me I'll click for you too

Put a ring on your finger is what I'll do

You can't tell me my feelings for you really ain't true

Ain't checking for other girls I got mine

I'm gonna wife you I ain't wasting time

I got a bad ass girl, damn she is fine

Dime a dozen, 10 out of 10, she's a dime