R.B.D. - Evil Val (feat. OVMAR)
I know you feel some way (I know you feel some way)I know you feel some way
This ain't the guy you fell in love with back in the day (Back in the day)
I know you nodey feel fine (I know you nodey feel fine)
But chale you be ma babe
Ma choices make you mess oo (Then she no be ma type sef)
Be like say Questo - then I daze
Baby girl you're fed up with my lies
But chale fuck the drama
This time I'm just gonna bring my fucking head down from the skies
But then again you heard about our kind
We never dey let up on our grind
Till all the times we shared means nothing
And you're scared I lost my mind
She said
"You're lucky I ain't ever fucking caught you sleeping with another
Then I gotta wake you up with a pistol in your face, go off the deep end
Yeah cos you know I fucking hate to love
You're fake as fuck"
Well you also cheat but what the fuck is love if it's scores we're keeping?
I start dey see nails for the coffin
We can forget about our love cos it's soft and weakened
Guess this is a love game
But girl I'm tired of playing
We drive each other insane
Well fuck it we're all losers
We're fighting this war
Just to even the score
But I ain't playing no more
I'm walking out the door
No go fit to kill myself
Baby no more stressing
There's no picking up the pieces
There's no discussion
You're so full of shit
And I enabled it
And this is what I get
I think it's time we split
You know I feel some way (You know I feel some way)
You know I feel some way
This ain't the girl I fell in love with back in the day (Back in the day)
You know I nodey feel fine (You know I nodey feel fine)
But say you never dey biz (You nodey biz)
I'm tired of your finessing (I learn ma lesson)
Girl ebe the stressing I dey hate
Baby girl I'm fed up with your lies
Then I never dey believe in no karma but you make I dey pay
Girl you go do then I go cross the line
But say love never dey cost a dime
Wey ebe your body dey bost my mind
It's all the times that we shared that's making me hate each Valentine's
I said you're lucky I ain't ever fucking caught you sleeping with another
Then I gotta wake you up with a pistol in your face, go off the deep end
Yeah, cos you know I fucking hate to love
You're fake as fuck
Well you also cheat but what the fuck is love if it's scores we're keeping?
I start dey see nails for the coffin
We can get forget about our love cos it's soft and weakened
Guess this is a love game
But girl I'm tired of playing
We drive each other insane
Well fuck it we're all losers
We're fighting this war
Just to even the score
But I ain't playing no more
I'm walking out the door
No go fit to kill myself
Baby no more stressing
There's no picking up the pieces
There's no discussion
You're so full of shit
And I enabled it
And this is what I get
I think it's time we split
So yeah chale fuck this trauma doll
She make I dey hia some Tramadol
This relationship's kinda dull
Bitch I'm appalled how you dey see me some Dalai Lama
Cos my mind dey whenever drama calls
And I'm never gonna find a broad as useless as you
You go fit fly abroad sef chale
Make this LDR put the nails for the coffin
Help me out
You can bail on me
Often you sell me out, but the sale's not enough
Man, you let me shout, then you wail till you're coughing
It's ending now
It's your grave that I'm offering
You let me down
I'm going apeshit
I'm morphing like Marco
Tsw
Chale why I still dey rap sef?
Fuck you
Written by:
OVMAR ., RBD GH
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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