Lyrically sick- there is no cure, She told me it wasnt me its her.
Bitch was a ten but good things always end, Now I can openly **** her friends
I said okay- headed back to the bar, Got a hoe, headed to the back of my car
Not a word said- we just started ****. I put on a beat
I started freestylin- she started suckin, deep throat abduction.
The suction was **** up her make up,
Funny how a fake slut can take your mind off a break up
Go home, pass out and laugh when wake up.
And it seems like she was the best,
But all my friends tell me to look at all the rest,
But it seem like perfection was in the eye of her
You ask, and my simple answer is sure.


Rubbed my eyes lids, then looked at all the people behind me
And realized the that girl wasnt worth it, not even the slightest bit.
They were right, the original was worth the fight
But I took the ease road, and **** the ugly toad
So this isnt an apology , but rather an study, told through astronomy
Because she was the stars, and I would of gone to mars
To see if everything was alright, she was my life,
Damn, regret is a bitch, like a chick wearing Abercrombie and fitch
So behind every man is the finest woman, in his eyes
Because thats all that matters, **** all his lies
SHes beautiful, and best of all ireplacible.