So Glad It's Over - Jean Grae

Ooh lord, you’re you’re such a fucking baby

How the fuck do I forget that shit every time?

It’s my fault

Maybe I should set an alarm, I mean damn

Even so much more lately and every time I’m still shocked and appalled like

Maybe Jean you should recall how this nigga lane be

And every time you try to make things right he burns it down to the ground

Don’t turn around

You such a fucking victim, ain’t ya

That kinda thing is just your nature

Well I kinda hate ya, oh

I loved you baby but that don’t make me wrong

How many damn apologies can one man want?

You run then walk right back to guilty threads I won’t

You must be fucking crazy

To think I wanna stay in a loss

I tried to let you get your player shit off

But let’s be real, you never really understood how to feel

Can I get a witness?

I bet I could, so many bitches

And if everybody had a bit of you in 'em man they would be assholes

Bitter women, definitive feminists, giving this nigga the pass though

Remember that Jean is the enemy

You fill in the memory with an epiphany

That was a phony epiphany

What are you kidding?

We been in the moment again and again I’m living no more

I made the decision to kick in the bucket and clicked the phone call

Off, boss, stick to being the victim most of time

Post up your lines, blah blah blah blah, instagram

Quit your damn crying

Bitch you a damn lie

Bitch you a damn lie