The Break Up - Jarren Benton, Bingx

We used to love each other now we argue, fuss and fight

Throwing dishes at a nigga, that ain’t fuckin' right

I’m paranoid, I go to sleep I gotta tuck a knife

Cause she might take my life in the middle of the night

I shouldn’t have cheated, I’m sorry 'bout the side bitches

But I was cursed with a dick, baby, my mind’s twisted

Psych, that’s no excuse for the bullshit

But honestly I didn’t believe that you weren’t doin' shit

Uh, and now she want me out the house

She tell a nigga «Bounce,» she got me sleepin' on the couch

And my kids like «Damn, the living room is dad’s home»

Dissin' on that nigga loading his shows, you mad wrong

Damn, ain’t nothing like a broke heart

Threw my exclusive kicks and shit in the front yard

It gets major, four months later

She can’t stand a nigga drawin' up divorce papers

She been mad ever since Monday

And it’s already Sunday

I mean tomorrow make a week of it

She don’t wanna speak of shit

But you don’t give a fuck about that, though

She don’t give a fuck about that, though

You don’t give a fuck about that, no, no, no

I know I made mistakes, I’m beggin' you to stay, girl

But you don’t give a fuck about that

She moving on, now a nigga gettin' jealous

Ass gettin' fatter, did it for the new fella

Aye, newsletter, what the fuck can you tell her?

Bitch, I ain’t doing bad, shit, I’m stackin' new cheddar

I still wanna split the nigga’s wig

Don’t suck a nigga’s dick then go home and kiss the kids

Cause that’d be some real foul shit

I hope all ya teeth fall out ya mouth, bitch

Lord knows, I’m sorry I wasn’t loyal

Ya sister hate me but ya momma still cordial

I pray to god we find happiness

Aye, we deserve it, we carried a lot of baggages

Uh, I hope the kids are just swell

Don’t date no lames that wear sandals and neck shells

Time pass, we enjoyin' our life

Aye, once upon a time I called you my wife

And now we out