Rebuke

Givin' up? I refuse That's the type of feelin' I rebuke My bitch like your lips, brand new And it's only 'cause we couldn't get through it (Come ride inside this love with me) (Come ride) And there's f*ck shit goin' on, I'm sick, no, I'm not Can't eat, Ramadan, kiss that, let it down Anybody that you'd ever meet I'm the type that you remember when you go to sleep The Kourt Kourtneys got Disick divorcee (shee) My ordeals might owe fees, part ways like McCartney (true) Match made in Heaven like Ja Rule, Ashanti But for us it's rough, I'm writin' like this 'cause I want peace (shh) Excuses soundin' like, "I need to find myself" (huh) Just admit that this ain't workin', no respect was dealt (huh) Can't even lie, it hurt me to see you with someone else (true) But I know movin' on is better than to sit and dwell (jheeze) Givin' up? I refuse That's the type of feelin' I rebuke My bitch like your lips, brand new And it's only 'cause we couldn't get through it (Come ride inside this love with me) (Come ride) And there's f*ck shit goin' on, I'm sick, no, I'm not Can't eat, Ramadan, kiss that, let it down Anybody that you'd ever meet I'm the type that you remember when you go to sleep (mhm) (Come ride inside this love with me)