Cellar Door - Kyle Lucas

I’mma be honest, it’s so beyond us

It’s hard to rationalize when you turn pre-Madonna

All that Dilaudid got your eyes red like piranhas

You get so heated like you sleep up in a sauna

It’s like you only fight with me just to hear yourself talk

And I swear this shit got worse once you got off your Zoloft

You should probably get back on that shit

Or at least go and talk to somebody

Look I don’t even know how we lost control

I don’t even know how we lost all hope

Young girl with an old soul

I’m just a dude with a decent flow

Speak heat over beats the emcee I know

Go and reach the elite to beach we go

And come back settle down to a decent home

Because shit was all good just a week ago

But when it comes to you, I’m like a surgeon

Who’s hands shaky, I lack patience

I don’t even need no handshake

From your new man, I mean, for damn sake

I mean why you gotta be on that ho shit

Why you gotta bring up that old shit?

Then act surprise when you get a rise

I mean, no shit, bitch, you know this

I guess you think I wouldn’t notice

I guess you think I lost all focus

Try to distract with a magic act, disappear so I wrote this

You hung your own self, I just showed you were that rope is

Keeps saying how she’s innocent

Talks about she’s so intimate

With new guys but still finds time

Just to constantly vent on the internet

Well, subtweet till your thumbs week

Keep typing and writing about how you was right

But won’t get a response out of me no

Ho please, we know I don’t deal with these people

Or text back after each show, especially when you so evil

Keep sending me all those diatribes

Getting back together how you dying to try

Then turn around and you lying about guys

That you fucked whole time, well, an eye for an eye

I’mma go fuck all your friends, get revenge

Get revenge, get revenge

I’mma go fuck all your friends, get revenge

Now we’re even, now we’re even

Ugh, these ho’s need Jesus, or these ho’s new Moses

Or these ho’s need Buddha or at least shit a higher dosage

Probably go and get some therapy, least maybe little life coaching

'Cause something in you still scaring me

I’m thinking it’s a little psychosis

I know it’s hard to stomach, had to keep it 100

Had 99 problems, you were damn near all of ‘em

Guess i’m at my last straw, sick of being your rag doll

Sick of being your punching bag, it’s like fuck this hag

But you asked for it, yup

I’mma be honest

I’mma go fuck all your friends

I’mma be honest

I’mma go fuck all your friends