Joe Budden - OLS4 (Ordinary Love Shit 4) lyrics

rate me

(Freestyle)

Tell me how long are we suppose to act like this?

We won't neva get on track like this

How can I eva tell ya how I feel if ya react like this?

Ya call me ova here to talk not get attacked like this

Its funny

Got yo track shoes on but what ya runnin' from

Shit I know where ya goin' & where ya comin' from

That’s immaturity showin', its just the baby in ya

One of the reasons why I neva put a baby in ya

Tired of hearin' how ya’ll neva trust me again

How ya luv me, then ya hate me, then ya luv me again

One minute I’m yo soul-mate then it’s fuck me again

Until ya get horny enough & wanna fuck me again

But check it

I just wanna treat ya good & do betta

Ya think I’m runnin' around tryna be the hoods Hugh Heffner

Sayin' I’m all about hoes, when I’m all about ya

Even when I’m wit my hoes, I tell them all about ya

Say that’s just one reason I keep losin' ya

I don’t understand it, that shit is confusin' 2

Ya left me, I’m doin' me, ya doin' ya

So what the fuck is me doin' me have to do wit ya

How dare ya tell me its tougher fo' ya ?

Like I don’t hear about them niggas ya fucking wit 2

I had neva knew ya thought like that

Who knew ya was into sports like that

Mo' prayers cuz they all players

Ya out there havin' a ball, playa

Ball player afta ball playa

I mean ya wit the ball players mo' than ball players

Hope they ain't fuckin' ya & makin' ya they ball-player

Come to me, I just get a hard time

Why they give one to ya , is this what ya wanna do?

Wit me ya get an attitude, ya get all stuck up

Start callin' me a fuck up until I tell ya shut the fuck up

But the part I don’t respect is

Ya so cool wit erry otha one of yo exes

It's history between us, all ain't right either

Back & forth domestic, call it fight feva

Be wantin' ya close to me

Supposedly, ya say ya ova me

That just come across as a joke to me

Cuz ya ain't got the luv that expires

Worst case, ya'll get tired

Tell yo friends I'm a liar

Tried therapy when we felt it goin' sour

That’s four hunid dollas erry hour

Fo' him to come & mediate, referee, be our interpreter

Tell me I need to lower my voice, don’t curse at her

Says she’s only frustrated cuz I keep hurtin' her

Tell me despite all that, he can tell that I worship her

Soon as ya let yo guard down, I get it up again

Fixin' it is 2 much work, so I give up again

But I wanna spend the rest of my life wit ya

Make a wife wit ya , make it alright wit ya

But how are ya eva suppose to think that I’m right fo' ya

When all I eva do is treat ya like a recyclable

Disgraceful & ya want me to chase ya

But its easier fo' me to replace ya

Cuz I see it like

If ya can't deal wit what we go thru

I got bitches lined up, I got an ego 2

And to them I’m errythin'

Funny, I'm great & I’m charmin'

But to ya I’m alarmin', all I do is bring harm in

To ya , I’m the cuz of all yo misery

Of course I disagree, ya goin' off our history

All that arguin' just ain't my style

Cuz that anger now got us like strangers now

Ya tell me I should get help & I’m sick in the head

Ya found make up on the sheets, I had a bitch in our bed

But wait, I ain't luv her tho, I ain't fuck her tho

I could dead that bitch right now man, fuck that ho

Ya just think I'll get anotha & anotha ho

Way ya talk to me its like I got a whole club of hoes

But I could switch gears, make them all disappear

Ya goin' thru my phone like I got a bitch in there

We discussin' chicks afta they thru

They don’t matter to me, but fo' sum' reason they matter to ya

We keep havin' the same threesome

But not kind of come as a blessin'

Ya keep bringin' up my last girl

Like she ain't my past girl like ya ain't the reason she present

Check it

Ya ain't got to worry about me & her

If I wanted to be wit her I would be wit her

Yeah we hung together

Strip clubs had fun together

But that’s done, don't sweat her

Ya the only one I wanna do a bid wit

Live wit, share my last name, have kids wit

Can’t be understated errytime we eva ran witchyu

Ya compare me in yo head to sum' nigga ya created

I’m a long way from perfect, I got shit wit me

Still I want ya to luv me unconditionally

9 years in, I don’t deserve what ya givin' me

Like ya get a victory by actin' like a dick to me

Want me to see how it feels, I get the trickery

Lesson learned tho, ya my missin' piece

Give anotha chance to yo ex

Ya don’t pick up the phone, ya don’t answer my texts

Bitch

We ain't give it all that we got

Still ain't empty the clip, lets give it one mo' shot

Or

We can go ahead on our own

I need ya I can’t do this alone

(But ya keep runnin' away)