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Abstract Rude - She's Always Right lyrics
[Abstract Rude] Baby don't cry, dry your eye This is my house, you get out, why am I outside As the door closes Baby I don't want to turn this into a war of the roses Rock bottom to the lowest, I'm feeling hopeless I hope you know this, my prayers dare us to stay focused She don't know what broke is I grew up in a rough ass part of L.A. where noone wants to live Give us another chance to advance Sorry Abby but I got to find another man Damn, can a Scorpio get stung Maybe I was young and dumb and full of cum And Hell has sprung, no never that Life is too short and you don't get it back Roger that, she hanging up, I'm calling back Later on we'll be making up in the sack She's always right, we fuss and break up We argue, fight and fuck to make up Something seems wrong, but she don't say what And even if she strikes me first I can't touch You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it It's like dealing with an alcoholic When we're drunk off love, we just can't call it And when we smoked off bud, then we'd both frolic She's always right, we fuss and break up We argue, fight and fuck to make up [Moka Only] I haven't fallen in love in a long time To busy balling and calling the wrong line Who was he fooling by doing that everytime The joke's on you when Moke's on you, recline I'm so much into me I can't be refined When you touch me, it really don't blow my mind If you call me, I ignore it half the time If I offer you, forget it, it's asinine I worry about it going to something that ain't be mine Love is picture perfect but now ain't the time You blame it on the mammal or you blame it on the sign And the thing at the end of my tail that prevails The sting is just a part of my male genital And it fails to really keep the wind from my scales Even a perfect ten will end and get steel I'm the mystery with bad history up for sale Her misery, no more kissing me, fuck the deal I feel bad, but bitch's suck for real Are you serious, nah, I guess I'm just stuck with you Till I fall off my high horse with a bus to kill [Abstract Rude] She's always right, we fuss and break up We argue, fight and fuck to make up Something seems wrong, but she don't say what And even if she strikes me first I can't touch You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it It's like dealing with an alcoholic When we're drunk off love, we just can't call it And when we smoked off bud, then we'd both frolic She's always right, we fuss and break up We argue, fight and fuck to make up [Prevail] The hardest part of this isn't the arguments In front of the apartment with the entire neighborhood as the audience Ignorance makes us both look like idiots And I can't live with it, so lets figure it out Before I'm back digging it out tomorrow night Because ain't no sunlight when we fight With those thin little rays between love and spite Advantage, when you take it of me and say you love me It's slanted, I think you got some problems with honesty That hoams a little shining beacon of monogomy If you cheat we both feel the heat In love, there is no surrender so I run for retreat [Abstract Rude] She's always right, we fuss and break up We argue, fight and fuck to make up Something seems wrong, but she don't say what And even if she strikes me first I can't touch You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it It's like dealing with an alcoholic When we're drunk off love, we just can't call it And when we smoked off bud, then we'd both frolic She's always right, we fuss and break up We argue, fight and fuck to make up |
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