Babe, that being your friend thing doesn't work, doesn't work
I can fake it, but I can't handle it, can't handle it
are you going to put up with that motherf*cker?
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know that it's because of him
I know that it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you I want to be him
Why do you stay with that d*ckhead?
He's not your owner, that he doesn't boss you
You stay there because of that reflection
But your ass was too big for him
He's a kid, not a man
That smile hides a tear
Because he will be the one that breaks the plates
But I'm the one that answers you
And I'm not a thug like before anymore
But if he gets dumb, let him suck it up
And if on a plane he comes back and controls you
I'm hitting the street with the pistol and all
are you going to put up with that motherf*cker?
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know that it's because of him
I know that it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you I want to be him
Here he comes with red eyes again
And it's not because he's smoking, I know that it's because of him
I know that it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin
But when I see him with you I want to be him