Eleven 11: / 11 - Rob Curly

She don’t know why that she love me, she say she attached

Hanging right up in my face and calling me back when I don’t call her back

Asking me questions like I’m gonna crack

Passive aggressive whenever we chat

I got the message that she was a blessing the second she said that she not

coming back

Memories flash, sharing a blunt and a bath, listen and loving her laugh

She say «I hate you» and I get offended, but I always wondered if she ever

meant it

I wanna tell her that I could be different but then Ima wonder if I even meant

it

Maybe I’ll mention that I’ll do the dishes and maybe she’ll mention that she

miss me too

I got the green but they comes with the blues

Smoking the green to get rid of the blues

Making me choose, lately you making me choose between music and being with you

I got the anger and I got the yelling and I got the stories from being with you,

true

I think I made a mistake

I think we actually would have been great

We probably never would ever have parted

I think I’m probably fucking with fate

Give me a break

I did the best that I could with the hardest decision to make

I could be faithful and give up my vision or I could be single and I could be

great, great, great

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Alright, alright

Pussy is pussy my nigga, it comes and it goes

So focus on getting some money and stop being thirsty and chasing the hoes

She on the pole but she don’t even vote

Damn it I’m good like I’m really the pope

Give me the dope like I asked you to roll and you hand me myself

Man I know how it goes

Stereotypical women are difficult

Throwing subliminals at every interval

Making demands that are hardly amenable

That’s what you deal with when she is a centerfold

I got the mixer and I got the chemicals

Tryna make chemistry using my syllables

I’m unavailable, heart unavailable

Maybe I’m single and maybe I’m hatable

She say she hate me but love when I rhyme

Ask me to stay but I don’t got the time

She was devine, shorty was outta her mind

Calling and texing my line

I wish that she’d just have a talk with a reverend

I wish I wish

Money ain’t right

I wish I wish

I wish I wish

Money ain’t right but everything’s alright

I’m doing alright

We doing alright

You doing alright

But we wanna do better

I wish I wish

I wish I wish

I wish I wish

I wish I wish

This… is paradise.

Relax

And there she goes

Moving on with Mr. Wrong

Guess I really need Myspace

Guess I should have stuck with Tom

Slippers on, camos on, yes I got my sleeveless on

Wear my heart up on my sleeve

Guess my heart is not involved

Mystery, not solved

Why she left and never called

Trip on love but never fall

I never fall