Mr. C Ta Tha Lo - Tied Up

They say the devil wears Prada, I say the bitch wear scrubs
See she with the mind games, tried to switch that up
So she claim I’m a dick, hell I wish I was
Just another heart break from a bitch I loved
Had me lost in the sauce, I was gone in the head
Got me Caught in a cross, lost in what she said
But the proof was in the pudding ain’t match what she did
Now when I think about the bitch I wanna split her wig
Why she playing with the kid, man I don’t have a clue
If the shoe fit wear it, bitch do what you do
So she wearing all them fuckers, caught her in mine too
Shit started adding up, like two plus two
Simple mathematics, I’m dealing with an addict
Her moods be so sporadic, this bitch is so dramatic
I’ve just about had it, this shit is problematic
But I’m so deep in lust so now I’m back at it
They say the devil ain’t alive, well I know that’s a myth
The bitch was born
Now I’m like Ray J, if I had one wish
I pray the bitch slips up and slit both of her wrist
I’m just playing mane, you know I love that ho
You know the head game right, hard to let that go
I should put her on the hub, welcome to our show
But I ain’t gone do it stupid bitch take a joke
She in Flip Mode, like Gimme Some Mo
Bitch said she tryna hang so I gave her the rope
I done gave up hope, I done gave up us
I done gave all I had now I give no fucks
I should keep this on the low, I should keep it on the hush
Girl I loved you to death, but it just ain’t enough
But that’s life, yeah bitch that’s what’s what
But now I’m back to wishing that ya gave ya wrist some cuts

Written by:
Caleb Smith

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