I start to be smart to shake and see that your fake you a day late you don't put food on my plate I was just a grait bait you just wanted to get laid you just afraid that you ain't gonna be paid behind my back you made a traid with a fucking maid you ain't got no brain go away with a plane or a train you don't deserve me can't you see just leave and cross over the sea tell I count to three you stab cause that's all you know though I guess I gotta Stick with my bro bie bie ho