When(terlude)

One minute loving life now all we do is fuss and fight
You fucking right I’m fucking pissed, I’m fucking right
You fucking his right? You fucking right?
Next thing you know she gone, that’s how you know she wrong
Months ago she wouldn’t sleep alone
Now she don’t even speak on phones
To me it means that shes in peace, but uh to each is own
Treat her like meat and bones, kisses and reads her poems
Looking to clean her loans, why you clinging on?
Used to think that home is where heartbeat is
It’s never where the artist is
So she teases, teaches the old dog new tricks
Kathie Lee and Regis Co-sign a new whip
Happy just to be with Classy as a drink
Ink pen separation, been a minute since
I kicked some new shit Pink lips to patience?