Say Hey There (Alternate Version)

* The alternate version is edited [Verse 1] What ya gonna do? Slam Doors? Break a glass? Maybe pass out on the kitchen floor with your naked a#$? She still makes time to hate me But basically I'm overbooked no emotional vacancy Complacency seems so simple Like f#*k it, let me be the one you fight and call mister right It's an addiction bound to stick around Cause a junky won't bounce till he hits the ground These drugs ain't as good as we wish they were This buzz doesn't keep us from missin her And that love that built all of this emphasis Spilled enough guilt to kill Electra and Oedipus It's easier to leave it there Each time I see your tears makes me need a beer to relieve the fear I wanna keep a clear sky and fly away like a meteor Outa here, maybe next year I'll reappear [Hook] I say hey there, we don't play fair You can't stay here, I hope you take care {4X} [Verse 2] Sometimes you make me feel like such a p%^@k That even I'm convinced that I'm the one that's sick You can fuss and b^*!h, you can cut your wrist Or you can choke on that blood from the tongue you've bit And when you acted up, best believe I blessed you back I've got a f#*%ing fan base that can attest to that I'm returning this bleeding hearts club membership card Cause I want no motherf#*%in part of it We're just two dogs on all fours It's a tug of war for who loves you more Blame it on tours or locked bathroom doors Or maybe it's cause my voice was louder than yours And I'll be damned if I do this for forever Everybody lookin at me like I don't know better Instead I gotta run if I'm ever gonna forget her Cause I've always been a go-getter [Hook] [Verse 3] And now I got a head full of better off dead I followed down them steps, and slept in the wrong bed If I had a breath of self-respect left I'd set fire to the box spring to help it catch wreck Let these ashes represent the mattress Director left the set but nobody told the actress So she's still actin as if we scheduled a practice And my soundtrack is compromising her theatrics You remind me of me, it's not a compliment, get your song on Who you trying to be? I've got no tolerance left for drama You would like to go free, jump off the fence, let your claws out You remind me of me, run from all of them till they all gone Then here we go again with my threats to leave Like I've ever left a she who wouldn't let me breathe Instead I kept it deep enough to get you to believe That I'm incapable of escaping and setting you free Well I'mma open up that map and see the nation Call it vocation, call it a vacation You can find me at the airport waiting Or maybe I'll be chain smoking down at the train station With the pose of a mack and my clothes in a sack Gotta go and I don't know when I'll be back Get my last pay check, smash and make steps Gone, on the run with Kool G. Rap in the tape deck [Hook] {X2}