Ms. Jackson

[Verse 1] Said I lost you on a Summer day Maybe it was Fall up in the Winter time But you would fly, feuds, cause I used to lie Tied up in a ball with you, a noose around my neck I'm out of breath, I close my eyes Try to forget all the the times I had to lie to you repeatedly Keep you smiling vividly, I hated you and loved you too Know you fucked them other dudes who claimed that was before me I don't give a fuck, you gave it up, you funky slut I said it to your face I know you fucked me up, but I love you, never another above you Begging can I plead that I never see your face cause if I do the lips I taste uh Sweet surrender, two weeks, you lay upon my face, I Close my eyes cause I don't know how much more I can take I'm sorry, cause things ain't working out Surprised you never expected words to bring your mood from North to South The emotional roller coaster, up and down in circles I roll zig-zags smoking purple, stupid shit can really hurt you [Hook] Go, go, go, away because you're making it hard, you're making it hard for me I can't sleep, you're a distraction, my mind's reacting, Chemical inbalance (Ooh) I am for real, never meant to make your daughter cry, I apologize a trillion times [Verse 2] I wait for you at Prospect Park Third car from the stairs, hop on the train We stare into each others eyes suprised you So infatuated with my looks Love for you has grown but years has passed Yo sexy ass, my lady talking about having my baby I agree you are the one for me, others beg to differ You get mad cause I love women, see 'em whenever I'm with you I ain't mad at you, on the second thought I'm kinda happy Cause I see that I'm your everything You don't need a wedding ring I, know you love me Shit is feeling funny, still don't know if the love is real It's hurting like Holyfield Yeah the truth is painful walking with you feeling shameful Cause I'm smashing what he passed up, nigga's saying I'm gassed up Pussy got me slowed down and then I'm feeling [that rush?] Thought I was a king but this ass a peasants hands touched Now I am a jester, guess who got the best of, me and now I'm stressed out Hands out, left out You never loved me, that's something that I told myself To detonate the feelings I had hiding like Saddam Feeling covered like kid jobs, you did your job and now you're fired Flabbergasted cause I smashed her and you saw the pictures It's because I missed ya, not saying I missed ya But I'm talking about the time that homie was just all up in ya Baby girl surrender bow down to the master Brooklyn boy, Dillon Cooper lucky bastard [Hook] Go, go, go, away because you're making it hard, you're making it hard for me I can't sleep, you're a distraction, my mind's reacting, Chemical Inbalance (Ooh) I am for real, never meant to make your daughter cry, I apologize a trillion times [Instrumental]