Don't You Trust Me - 2Pac

As soon as I leave the house you wanna page me See you got me trapped I’m goin crazy this is slavery

You act like it’s arranged, just give me space and we’ll get better

And maybe we won’t argue and be through with all these sorry letters

Soon as I come home it’s like I get the third degree

Where you been and who you wit, I get no room to breathe

It makes me wanna leave, I’m sick of these tricks up your sleeve

Your suspicious I deceive, gimme grief when poppa leave

But to me, if you really trust me then it’s pitiful

Question me about my whereabouts, that’s so trivial

Let me live my life and you can live yours

Just be there to help me and support me that’s what you’re here for

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Home is where I go to rest, I go to pass the test

I’m sorry if I left you all alone

but I couldn’t make it home, so we argue on the phone

Don’t you trust me?

Callin at my house then hangin up, you think that makes sense?

Tell me what it takes for us to shank so we can be friends

It’s time for us to take our seperate paths

We had a lot of laughs but the good’s become the past

Let’s make it an even break, don’t make it scandalous

Try and be mature, I’m pretty sure that we can handle this

You’re sayin I’m too busy, I ignore you

I guess you didn’t hear me when I said that I, cared for you

But now it seems the arguments are nightly

I wanna hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me Instead I’d rather break, hope you don’t hate me You tell me that you love me but you’re lyin

Fightin back the hurt so just start cryin

I’ll wipe away your tears, come and hug me I love you like you love ME, girl, but don’t you trust me?

I hang up the phone, I can’t bear to hear you yellin at me Maybe we should end it, neither one of us are happy

You know that I’m emotional, you milk me Comin over cryin just to get me feelin guilty

You and me were meant to be and yet

You always wanna sweat, how much closer can we get

Don’t fret, just let me pack my things and I’ll be outtie

This time I’m breakin out, you let your mouth overcrowd me I can’t take the beefin and the griefin

I get no room to sleep, I hope to see some cause I’m leavin

Maybe next time you’ll be a little more sure

And I can give you more when you mature

But baby until then I gotta leave ya It’s not that I don’t need ya but SEE YA

And I hope you understand why I’m bustin

Not because we bust our love, hah, don’t you trust me?