Awkword - The Dating Game lyrics

rate me

first off, all i ever asked for was truth

second, practice what i preach, i was there for you

third, i gave you mad chances, i was scared to lose

now i tried to be fair, but what’s fair bout to do

i use this song as self-expression, pack the bong for a cleansing

Ebonics, the chronic, I’m on it, i said it i meant it

defend it till deeded, a fan a the message, the head trip

get the fuck off my back, yeah ya pussy was wacky

i thank myself when i fucked ya, AWK always came with a jack

and i never came up in ya ass, yet ya wanted it bad

i look back and get sad, and i try to shake it i hate it

i hate the fact that we dated, i hate the fact there’s still hatred

laugh at the times we fought, forget the times we laughed

forget the time in the car, getting gassed, we almost crashed

when i think about it, it’s like the whole thing was a dream

so i drink about it, then recruit a new girl for the team.

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they call dating a game, and every mans a player

oh god damn girl, looks like you fucked with a Laker

i wish i Kobe’s ya ass, and dropped ya off at ya parents

surprise surprise, i blew it, you got the earrings with carrots

never again never again, will i get stuck on the fence

enemies, friends, our enemies are ex-girlfriends

they call dating a crapshoot, every move is a bet

oh god damn girl, looks like you fucked with the best

there’s six billion people on this earth, this is your curse

i guess that half is females, so this is the verse

in which you die in my dome, so i can be happy alone

don’t stress this won’t be sappy, i cut heads off with poems

in my life it’s like I’m blasting brains, or writing my pains down

either way its hard as hell, trying clear up these rain clouds

first I’m oversensitive, then a standoffish prick

swallow down my medicines, close my eyes and drift

that’s why, I’m always seeking change, biting my lips

is the answer in a bottle or the hands of my therapist

is it stress that breaks my back, or my broken back causin stress

should i blame genetic makeup, how about how i try to clean my mess

you joked about fucking dudes, surprise, you fucked a dude

I’m burnin you outta my mind, destructions what i choose

everybody listen up, this the number one rule

behind every wise crack is a hint at the truth.

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