So Outcold

My Nigga Then

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Super Bokit

Life Of Noise

Whew I’m fed up
Refuse to settle
I know I can do better
And now you begging what you crying for
You see me walking out you at the door
Get up
You can’t get it right ever
Mama told me I can do better
Come around here it’s war 
I’m over your allure 

Here we go again 
I’m impressed though
Know that I won’t settle 
So you kicked it up a notch 
If you so damn smart 
How you forget ‘bout what you got 
You selfish ass, jealous (ooo)
Girl tell his ass
You got used to the yellow now I’m red 
So it’s hitting you 
See you looking pitiful 
Look at what you did to you 
I took no joy in getting rid of you 
I swear the low stress got me really caring less 
I was holding you up so you thought you could carry less 
But I must confess
I’ll love you till the end 
But you won’t be the death of me 
The honor you defend 
Is on its way to better things
I’m done with the pretending we the perfect recipe 
We’re eminent, I won’t let that lower my esteem 
You tend to get comfortable in knowing what love means 
I’m ending it even if you got the best of me 

Whew I’m fed up
Refuse to settle
I know I can do better
And now you begging what you crying for
You see me walking out you at the door
Get up
You can’t get it right ever
Mama told me I can do better
Come around here it’s war 
I’m over your allure 

The flowers and the gift were real nice I must admit 
My heart was imploding inside my chest I caught a grip
Had to take those good times and couple them with the shit 
That we been through 
All because your mental 
I was fighting ghost from your past so unfair 
Didn’t know at first but later became aware 
I don’t remember laying hands on you
Don’t recall cheating or creeping on Instagram do you 
Really think I’d do that? 
Would never put you through that
I promised but honestly it was never  enough 
But I confess 

I’ll love you till the end 
But you won’t be the death of me 
The honor you defend 
Is on its way to better things
I’m done with the pretending we the perfect recipe 
We’re eminent, I won’t let that lower my esteem 
You tend to get comfortable in knowing what love means 
I’m ending it even if you got the best of me 

Packed up  
I ain’t coming back no 
I see my exit and I take it as a sign 
And all your calls will not get through I hit decline 
Hurt your feelings well you been hurting mine 
And I don’t want your love if you make it hard to breath 
Almost gave you my all but you won’t get everything 
Whew 
It’s the end of me and you 
It’s the end of me and you

Whew I’m fed up
Refuse to settle (Settle)
I know I can do better (Better)
And now you begging what you crying for  (For)
You see me walking out you at the door (So Long) 
Get up
You can’t get it right ever
Mama told me I can do better
Come around here it’s war 
I’m over your allure

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