It's Over - CunninLynguists

I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier

Wastin' all of my time waitin' for you to be sober

Sick of walkin' around with a chip on my shoulder

So you consider the black book, checking my folder

(All lines repeated)

Stay focused and rap quick

Splitted and

That’s what I’m telling myself rippin' and runnin' all over tracks

With the bitches and the hoes distracting

And for that simple fact they could be no attachment

Solo in the bottle, I don’t even know what’s happening

Hope I don’t accidentally show my passion

For this chick in particular, when she strollin' past ya

Making ya motivate to approach and ask her

How she doing, what’s her name, who she came to see

But you didn’t realize that she came with me

It’s hard to conceal eyes, and the game is wicked

Me and you kick it even though we ain’t together, so explain it better

I’m feelin' hella confused hearin' the same old shit

Put yourself in my shoes, they don’t fit

I know there could be two sides to the story

But give me some credit, checkin' is useless for me

See ya car parked out front, and it don’t mean shit

Leave the bar hardly crunk, but on some scheme shit

I need to find out what the hell is really going on

And where ya creeping when ya tellin' me ya goin' home

And so I continue to bend them corners

Never intended on drinking ten Coronas

So I’m swervin' all up on the curb

Where there’s some punk dude my girl

Slurred speech so I stutter my words

Third week of this third shift stalker shit

Private numbers and talkin' shit

Like the we need a resolution

Cause I’mma hold you down forever, whether it’s him or me you choosin'

I’m with you 'til infinity, we cruisin'

Ridin' shotgun, blowin' shotguns, and leanin' and groovin'

And you know how we doin' when it’s one on one

Have a little fun in the sun, twisted, bumpin' that twista

I remember you when I hear these songs

It’s too late to get sentimental, it’s clear she’s gone

I saw you walking by

I feel it’s over

Over (x3)