Love Line - Exile, Blu

This goes for Mrs. What’s-Her-Name

Something changed, before the money came

You got real Shady, Aftermath

I was passed reminiscing about our past

Claim you don’t remember it But when I but when I told your friends

In the most immanent, details

Now you wanna censor shit

Trying to fix bits and pieces of what’s left of it Even when it’s fixed

It’s still relevant

True love is so hard to find

And they say that once you found it you lost your mind

Even some of my niggas grew apart with time

Truthfully I needed this space

You’re far too kind

I guess I gotta let it be The gang said I gotta big year ahead of me Jack told me, that world you’ll see eventually

And my worse enemy, is praying for the best for me Dreams money can buy

When you fall in love, then realize love is a lie

And I guess that it was lust that flooded my eyes

Slim waist, thick cake, lovable thighs

I put that on the name of king

I’m a first class nigga, coach told me to make the team

Fuck chasing cheese

Homie, I’m chasing dreams

And fans make up for the rest like mabeleene

And I’m the bad guy yet again

Spend so much time trying to find who the victim is And if we put it in the eyes of the witnesses

I still get the blame for fucking up and beginning shit

You told me you was over that, grow up And you say you saw us holding hands, so what?

If you can’t look me in my eyes and respect me enough

Then I guess you getting left in the dust

With no feedback

Having late night conversations

Contemplating, both knowing that my time is wasted

Mood swings all time of the day

With childish behavior admitting that I was kinda complacent

And knowing this could be the end of it Three months and she still ain’t send a hint

Now she fucking with the next nigga claiming it’s her friend and shit

You really take me for that much of a fool huh?

I had bitches on hold for a long time

To hear the perfect reason to just give them the walk sign

So you could talk your shit and I’m a talk mine

And hit me when you finish cause this is the fourth time

I’ve crossed your line when you crossed my mine

You crossed my mind just looking at the first time

I can’t stress it no harder then this

And I forgot to tell you, karma’s a bitch

High school girls be acting all retarded and shit

Ignoring my shit, I know you see me calling you miss

And if I call you a bitch, it must of slipped out

I got caught in the mist, and then you slipped out

With me, hit the rock hard enough and stopped getting a lot of changed in the

game

So I’m gonna have to pull a pissy brown

I’m gonna laugh when they Rihanna on your ass

Cause you love it when you bind up and gagged right?

Remember that time in the bathroom?

I left it on your lower back like a tattoo

I’m just letting off mad fumes

And I’m gonna have to fill the shoes of this bad dude