Eat Your Heart Out - Oncue

Yeah

Here we go again

We’re not the same as we were back then

Thought I told ya that we prolly better off as friends

To keep it buck I can’t stand ya

I don’t wanna to pretend

I don’t know where to begin, ay

I ain’t really fuckin' with you

But I love fuckin' you

That must be my problem

I was born with a dick, girl

Wrote some songs

Paid some some dues

Now I’m the fucking shit, girl

Used to be blood, no Piru

Now it’s all hit girl

Swear on everything

You don’t need me

Your idea of a good weekend is PJ’s, TV

I ain’t creepin' but everytime we get back together I look in the mirror and I

don’t see me

That’s a problem

That’s a problem I got a lot of 'em and I stay inside 'em

And I don’t leave them for much (Much!)

Shit I told you from the jump (Jump!)

That I’m broken all inside

Baby I don’t like to front

But my plan is to take the world over

Sit on top and just stunt

I ain’t worried about them other guys

My hunch is that they lunch, oh yeah

We should let this go, girl

I swear that you don’t listen

Won’t you take my word, yeah

I promise you’re not missing out on anything

Say you trippin' and bitchin' at me, oh

Go and eat your heart out

Oh, go and eat your heart out

Go, go, go, go, and eat your heart out

Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now

Go and eat your heart out, now

You used to be the one who took the pain away

Kept it real with me, always set me straight

I used to hit it hard like an 808

Now your life is DVR and gaining weight

God damn it, wrong places

Walk around the crib like it was filled with hot sand

If I say a wrong statement

My stance is always sorry

But you won’t take it

Please, can you, candor?

Girl, you filled with hatred

You don’t even realize

You got a season pass to this dick

And you still ridin'

You pry and you ask

Pick a bitch and you still fight it

You swear that you love me up and down and you stand by it

I think you on auto pilot, honestly

Yeah, your boy taking over

Been plottin' on this shit since I cut toys and the sodas

Oh, yeah, damn I’m a soldier

So give me a fucking Rover and a Anna Kournikova

Yeah, I’m good

We should let this go, girl

I swear that you don’t listen

Won’t you take my word, yeah

I promise you’re not missing out on anything

Say you trippin' and bitchin' at me, oh

Go and eat your heart out

Oh, go and eat your heart out

Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out

Go, go, go, go and eat your heart out, now

Go and eat your heart out, now