Intro/Last Goodbye

A couple of things on my chest A chance to explain the lipstick on my neck This thing of ours, This thing of ours Might down play it for a sec but hold up I'll confess I've met a couple of hoes I'm not too proud to say I know I guess we'll never know, what it was or what it's supposed To be a G I had double back To back pack raps with gas, seline on the duffle bag Racks under the matt'ress, seasoned or the hardy fact And now we dying for designs, lines overstepped Chris Louboutins loose laces off and leather jack, fact I'm getting pussy like I play the vet, yes A thousand summers, off a third degree Step outside if you ain't noticed me We only trip to feel the winter breeze You ain't go that far to be close be close to me Me, Me and them Me myself and I, ain't gotta step up to the test God bless, whoever's next Got the bitch mad, give a f*ck about a text Simple as me taking what's never mine Sinning for me was never out of mind But out of sight for all these bitches tranna live a lie So here am I between the lines, fucking out of spite I guess it ends how it starts I guess them late nights were all based off of lust Funny how it never last Breakneck speed and crash running from the past