Pinacle-black
Credz-white...I mean green...no, blue
Women are frustrating, man…check it, check it…
Pinacle’s verse:
She’s simple, down to Earth but still a paradox
For me a double-negative like a pair of cops
Mood swings non-stop like Martha Stewart stocks
And you danced circles around me, I give props
To how you hid your true self and identity
With all your knowledge books, shelfing a mentality
Behind you, we taught each other a lesson
That a house blessing is beyond simple guessing
You’re too much to touch intimately, finger print patterns
Are intricately aligned, like horoscopes and Saturn
Are used as a reason why I give you attention
You claim it’s a pension for sexual intentions
But if I prefer space, you jump to a conclusion
With false accusing and then you’re moving
Public displays are vital so I won’t lose ya
Then you reverse, suing me for assault, say I bruised-ya?
Girl, you bruised yourself, while on that topic
Your position is more delicate than stock markets
And no matter what I continue to do
There is still not a man in me for you
/Chorus://First priority and centre of action
Women are corrupt like government taxing
You are blind and can’t see me passing
Too busy combing hair or waxing
Slept on? Nah, girl, you’re just napping
Pinacle:
Court trails but I’m still supposed to pay your bills
And leave insurance, medicare, and money in the will
Still, you persevere and demand child support
For a child you don’t have, but lied while in court
In short succession, the story’s events unfold
You took the queen-sized bed, now I’m depressed and cold
While your shit hits the fan, I still pursue circulation
For a condensating bedroom but who ensued patience
In this relation, that you never even thought
Being this stigma would reply with bleeding dots
Credz:
Im seeing Spots and my gut is kneading knots…
While our relationship is proceeding squat…
Feeding thoughts of you telling me yes…but…
You were off cheating having sex…slut!...
And yet you expect me to pay for everything…
You’re the queen and I’ll just never be king…
You always telling me maybe we can be more…
But…when nothing even began yet whore…
I guess that’s why you always ask me for dates…
Just to get my cash and to pass me your hate…
/Chorus://First priority and centre of action
Women are corrupt like government taxing
You are blind and can’t see me passing
Too busy combing hair or waxing
Slept on? Nah, girl, you’re just napping
Credz:
Another message, another reason you can’t see me…
A reason that’s grants me free…and plants the seed…
For all the hate that grew inside you that you had…
We were turning into a mismatch like black and plaid…
The hate just didn’t stop and I just don’t know why…
I even asked where you were and you just told lies…
You established a disguise of bruises, and vast thinness…
Our time went from your excuses to our last minutes…
I held your hand tightly in mine…not letting it go…
As tears formed in my eyes never regretting us though…
Curtains, angel of destruction sitting in the waiting room…
As your chest full of your love will be deflating soon…
People in the background constantly saying “its over”…
But I still linger to the end as you just grow colder…
Your hand slips out of mine and drops to your side…
As that same angel implies and crops both our lifelines…
Some ladies lie and are just figuratively sleeping…
But death is the way my girl is simply leaving…
/Chorus://
Replied to Hell by Wise Ways and The Penis Revolt by BTK.
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