Action Bronson - On The Real lyrics

Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a b**h when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue Because you treat me like sh** I paid for the bed and never even slept in it I paid for that crib and never stepped foot in And now somebody else is eating all the pudding Things change, now my dashboard wooden All black Benz, like a young Doc Gooden Dark shades, cause I'm stone crazy Girl, we grown, stop playing on my phone, baby All your childish attempts to make me angry fall short Which only fuels the rage you have, because you have nothing Understandable, I'm shining brilliant with five Brazilians There were times I used to hide my feelings Now I'm bu*t naked in the Lamborghini And motherf**ers can't see me Wait 'til this chick see me on TV, I make the sh** look easy Who would've thought I hit you right back? Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a b**h when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue So many women wanna call me baby And you wonder why the f** that I ain't call you lately Some would say that I'm the symbol for s** and uh Others would hate, but I don't give 'em no breath Go on a date, I'm at the crib with the chef and uh, that's me And you could order whatever The specialty is white snake and underwear sauce You could probably catch me somewhere where the sun is next And I understand that's only cause I'm popular I'm getting topped off in the front row of the opera As Bocelli sings the celly rings I gotta go, you'll never know how good it feels to lay in bed with king I'm not exactly flawless, but I'm gorgeous, just like a horse is I know the thought of me succeeding makes a lot of people nauseous Still I'm on the back of the boat taking pictures with the swordfish Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a b**h when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue I hope you get a paper cut on your tongue From a razor in a paper cup I hope every soda you drink already shaken up I hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun I hope your titties all saggy in your early 20's I hope there's always snow in your driveway I hope you never get off Fridays And you work at a Friday's that's always busy on Fridays I hope you win the lottery and lose your ticket I hope it's Ben and Socrates poop all up in your kitchen I hope the zipper on your jacket get stuck And your headphones short, and your charger don't work And you spill sh** on your shirt I hope your tears don't hurt, and I can smile in your face Cut my losses, how Delilah changed my locks to a fade I hope you happy, I hope you happy I hope you ruined this sh** for a reason, I hope you happy, igh Why you always all on my back? Why you gotta do me like that? Why you gotta act like a b**h when I'm with you? Baby girl I'm blue La la la la