Bags By The Door

[Hook: Julius] Why is my fuckin' bags by the door? Why is my bags by the door? Why you wanna spaz? I don't know You trippin' on this little shit You act like you don't give a shit You know that you'll be sad if I go Why is my fuckin' bags by the door? Why is my bags by the door? Why you wanna spaz? I don't know You treat me like I'm a fuckin' bad guy I'm not that guy, oh oh oh ohh-ohhh [Verse 1: Julius] Yo, she said "Bye, nigga" Told me give up the keys Shit, I thought that they was mine I'm insulted enough to leave Your name is on the lease, true But this place is home for me too You can't be over me You make a nigga feel a way You supposed to be cool You wanna blame it on me? Cool What about when you said ... I ain't gone say that What about when I said ... I ain't gone say that I still can't suppose that we do Yo, I walk in the house tired You wanna kick me out and shit I'm a standup nigga, but I was just about to sit What we arguin' about? Oh, this about a bitch? Ain't this about a bitch? You got the scissors out and shit Aww damn, just cut up my clothes You know how I am when it come to my clothes I'm always close to gettin' cut Goddamn, I be cuttin' it close Yo, I'm sorry I said that, I'm sorry I said this I'm sorry I talk shit; I'm sorry, I ain't shit I'm a rapper that's lost for words, I feel the shit ironic Here's a blank "I'm Sorry" card, you can fill it in, I'll sign it [Hook] [Verse 2: Dice] You told me to get the fuck out your house, happy now?/ I mean shit, what the fuck is supposed to happen now?/ You too damn moody girl, one minute you cool/ Next minute you fuss, admit it, this sucks/ I'm thinkin' that shit is too much/ I'm thinkin' that shit is too rough/ Now I'm not into hittin' women and stuff/ But you pushin' me to my limits/ You won't be finished until cops hemming me up/ And a nigga's in cuffs/ You wanna do all this fussin'/ You wanna do all this cussin'/ Told you I came with baggage/ Now I gotta leave with all my luggage/ (Why is my fuckin' bags by the door) We argue on in public/ You think I fucked this bitch/ I fucked that bitch, man fuck that bitch/ Why the fuck that bitch brought up in our discussions?/ You gets no credit, I'm thinkin' you got some nerves/ I should have better credit than people in the suburbs/ I know I'm a broke ass rapper/ But baby we jumped the broom/ Maybe we jumped too soon/ Or maybe you just need room/ I don't wanna fight no more/ Here, it's time to chill out/ You tossed out all of my clothes/ I'm grabbin' all of my clothes/ Let's iron this shit out/ [Interlude: Julius] [Hook] [Verse 3: Demetrius] The prettiest thing you've ever seen/ You should've seen her: Wifey material/ Perfect demeanor, I could've put a ring up on her finger/ Behind the scene she was a hurricane, named Katrina/ She was wreckin' a happy home/ I already know I'm gonna need FEMA/ See, we was together for 9 years/ When I think about it I cry tears/ Told me to get out because my career was at a stand-still/ And you was tired of hearing, "I'm a make it some day"/ But I'm a make it somewhere, up out of here/ I'm at a stand-still but I still stand as a real man/ And I'm tired of seein' my bags by the door/ I was sad I had to go, I was mad at that fo' sure/ But I know I can be mad without my dough/ But you gone remember me/ When these other niggas start takin' shots at you/ Girl it's true, I would've took a shot for you/ Slow it down, slow it down, slow it down, ayy/ It's so much tension, I can be myself now/ I don't need no help with these bags, I'll see myself out/ Fast-forward a few months, you need my help now/ But I'll do it in a heartbeat 'cuz you the reason my heart beat/ And I'm spell-bound/ [Hook]