I must confess this is too much stress, the games you play how you change everyday. Hasn’t even been 3 weeks and it already creeps, inside like a disease telling me to get gone today. And like a drug and thug I fell into your sway, figured I could keep it tight stay ahead of the game. But your a child, a toddler you need to be babysat. You can’t stick with anything your just a waste of my time. These constant bickering and temper-tantrums got my head ready to explode. Cant think straight your fucking with my game, costin more money than you could ever be worth. And worse is its plain to explain yet I keep running back, to your lies your bull shit and your cheating ways.
Fuck I gotta let go, your no good for this queen, a bug acting like a thug in a game you cant play. Your a scrub living at home cant get a hold of any common sense. You got nothin in your pretty head and nothin in your future. Your a sorry excuse that I’ll work with some day. A drunk who’s lost it all, cant even keep a place. Your a tool and a fool and your wastin your days. Cant even plan for tomorrow your so fucking insane. You jump around, in a constant circle, never gettin now where. You leave tracks like cracks, your so much heat your blazing. Your a joke, and a hoax; you aint a man in this game. You got nothin your a fall, the person to blame.
Mr. Ruthless? Your toothless, and useless, it’s a waste to even try and explain. You cant even step up or get up and give your head a shake. Your takin steps and threats where there nothin even their. Your wasting life and the right for a mountain of strife. Your running faster than road runner, cept you can’t seem to see. Your heading straight for the edge, and like fuck your takin me. You cant cope, you ain’t dope; and its easy to see your a fly on my back and its time to swat you away.
Cause Im the number one, most loyal bitch can be. And I aint wasting my future on someone who’s just hanging around. Taking shine, from my light; like a little leech. You wont stop and take perspective, little virus in the way. Your a flake, your so fake; hope one day you will see. When Im rich and on top, me and my babe’s King and Queen. When we flash and laugh all the way to the bank, working hard and making paper we wont even see; a bug like you bummin around with out anything. So I’ll thank you now and count my many blessings, that I didn’t get roped into taking on the excuses your producing, the useless toothless Mr. Ruthless thank fuck this is good bye