If I said that I didn't give a fuck, I knew I would be lying. . .
'Cause the way I'm feeling right now, girl, I damn near feel like crying.
Banging my head against the wall. . I knew I been should've stopped trying.
But you told me you was different, knowing DAMN WELL, you was lying.
With all that, "Baby, I need you."
" I promise I'd never leave you. "
" You want it? Baby, I gotchu. "
You beg me just to believe you.
You gave it a benefit of the doubt when I knew I should've bounced.
Thinking around like a dumb ass, trying to hold a nigga down.
But, look at me now. I'm trying to hide these tears from everyone.
Telling them, "I'm Gucci, FUCK that nigga! She for anyone. "
But, deep inside I'm tearing up.
Trying to keep this cover up.
Telling myself, "I'm good. " Knowing damn well that you fucked me up. . .
But, I fucked up.
Telling myself you meant me well but you was a hoe when I met you so I knew this wouldn't have ended well.
I would tell you that I wish you well but, FUCK THAT!
Deep inside, I just really hope you burn in hell. . For all the lies you tell. . .
