Chorus:
Know, your tired, of loving
Of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Know, your tired, of loving
Of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just know, your tired, of loving
Of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just Know, your tired, of loving
Of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Verse 1:
Nigga say you leaving, you ain't never coming back?
You left me here with all these feelings you never
Shown em back, you out here winding, grinding, shinning
Like you all up in a trap...a trap? like flip a stack a key?
But did you flip a stack for me?
Nigga screaming that you love me
How am I supposed to see? I see you loving all this music
And this fashion, business...Please
You told me that we'd be infinite, in..finite is just what we be
I love you baby, No you don't you just love the pure
Thought of me, nigga! I think of fucking you, sucking
Tucking, not ducking, you slippin? Nah you sipping
Maybe dipping, so Keep pimping pimping
Cause this ain't what you want, I let you in
I let you stay, and then you took just what you want
Nigga just look at what you don't, care about when you
Hit that bong, remember back then when you wrote that song? well that was bull shit nigga you was dead wrong, HA!
Baby please, you make me feel crummy, i see you I see you smurkin, think this funny? Well "mhm honey"
Chorus:
Know, your tired, of loving
Of loving with nobody to love, nobody
Nobody
Know, your tired, of loving, of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just know, your tired, of loving, of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just Know, your tired, of loving, of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Verse 2:
Know i know, your tired, of just loving these niggas
Without loving these niggas, i know the problem
Your too involved with your Goddessly figure..
Just stop the stressing, fuck all these questions
Get up off me my nigga, keep your hand off that trigger
Butterfly Kama Sutra, I took you places and got you wasted
The shit that you used to, come outa pockets like boosters
For all the drinks that you drinking, and all he purses you rocking
Got damn what the fuck was i thinking
And every time that we linking, you always that your bored
Unless we balling out in Paris, or got Laker tickets on court
Or we riding round in them city streets and i take your ass to that store, then you threw it all on that floor
Got damn i don't want your ass no more
Romiti ain't fucking round with them bitties, took yo fine ass to that city, now you talking bout, that you walking out, well you better leave me them titis, mmmm, now
Leave a call after that pound, if you ain't know by now
You fucking with the realest nigga around, i'm bound
Chorus:
Know, your tired, of loving
Of loving with nobody to love, nobody
Nobody
Know, your tired, of loving, of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just know, your tired, of loving, of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just Know, your tired, of loving, of loving with nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Bridge:
Now i know, somebody, is drunk at this party, with nobody to love, nobody, nobody baby
