think i gotta leave her
coz she be messin' with me
all the times
don't you tell me what to do
coz i know what the fuck
i got to do
so ill be on my way
and im gon fly away
got all my things packed up
in the bag
im ready to go
yo i gotta leave her
i think she evil
i think i'm drowing
i need to take a breather
she runnin through my mind
i can't really keep up
i just wanna chill
and kick my feet up
at first she had me
hot like a fever
but now i'm so sick
and tired
feelin like i'm beat up
i can cheat death
but i can't cheat her
she says she'll change
but i don't believe her
she calls me non stop sayin
we should meet up
i tell her naw stop
i gotta be ummm
somewhere something for
some reason
i have everything
but still i feel like i need some
she wants me to be a soldier
stop smoking cheat her
get my stripes
yeah like a zeebra
i pay her bills her
masters and visas
but it's still so hard
to get a damn visa
i think i gotta leave her
coz she be messin' with me
all the times
don't you tell me what to do
coz i know what the fuck
i got to do
so ill be on my way
and im gon fly away
got all my things packed up
in the bag
im ready to go
man she rude to the poor
but shes nice to the rich
Yo i think its really time
that i tell her she a bitch
she a trick she a hoe
who like designer clothes
she may smiles
but really cry
when the doors are closed
she said
better to be broken
then to live broke
i look in her face
she ain't really jokin
she's serious love money period
good at math
number with commas and periods
she miss her period
but still no kids
she fuck me everyday
but still we don't kiss
its all biz sorta like markie
and no breakfast
just a cheap coffee
so i'm gone
but i'll be back someday
a week
a month hey may be even sunday
while your cold heart
melt like sunday
imma be chillin hawaii
lookin at the sun set
yeah ill go
yeah im gonna leave
i cant take it anymore
so im gonna leave
yeah ill go
yeah im gonna leave
right now
i cant take it anymore
im gonna leave
im gonna leave
i think i gotta leave her
coz she be messin' with me
all the times
don't you tell me what to do
coz i know what the fuck
i got to do
so ill be on my way
and im gon fly away
got all my things packed up
in the bag
im ready to go
yeah i gotta go yeah i gotta leave
i'll be on my way
just go back to sleep
i got all my things
its not you its me
i just gotta
think about you and me
yeah i gotta go yeah i gotta leave
i'll be on my way
just go back to sleep
i got all my things
its not you its me
i just gotta
think about you and m