Floyd Mayweather - Punching Bag lyrics

[Verse 1 : JAMAL] Temperature's elevated Anger is meditated Assault premeditated He looking now he hating How she look at other fellas Look attacking his face as if he sick on salmonella her facial resemble mozzarella She love him but he never see it for the better Constantly finding reasons for fighting on his agenda Crying in her mascara it's such a dirty dilemma these the type of situations turn a angel to a k**er Publicizing the violence of domestic relations generic situations leaving these skeptical feelings of her patience The love she got is only shrinking like a raisin That's a good indication it's time for a situation Mind telling her move but heart telling her stay Mac cover them bruises but I see em clear as day He throwing vicious combos like he mike Tyson But I wonder if he really know just who he fighting [Hook : JAMAL] Why you wanna ride or die when you know that he telling lies? Emotionally broken I see up in ya eyes You too pretty to be a punching bag But superior feelings keep on coming back Just, look in the mirror and see the lady I see I promise it's the opposite it's offensive to me You stand in place and attempt to finish a race But I know you really wanna escape Lemme help you with that [Verse 2 : JAMAL] You gotta b**h from what I understand Cause he abusive see he don't know how to work his hands I saw you running in the restroom And from the ring around ya eye that n***a was beating like a track made by the Neptunes I could resume but I'd rather focus on me and you Let me be the spirit to clear the fear from ya mental tomb I'm no tycoon but I gotta outstanding resume I meant resume' bench em if he don't wanna play Especially the way that he make ya emotions ricochet You ain't gotta be a native to him you should immigrate I know you loving the all the subjects I be touching by the way you blushing skip the cuddling we should be f**ing Nah but you too perfect for that and if I'm alert than he could never leave you hurting like that Just being honest ain't no need to be deserting the facts Bet you can't look me in eye and say you wanna go back [Hook : JAMAL] Why you wanna ride or die when you know that he telling lies? Emotionally broken I see up in ya eyes You too pretty to be a punching bag But superior feelings keep on coming back Just, look in the mirror and see the lady I see I promise it's the opposite it's offensive to me You stand in place and attempt to finish a race But I know you really wanna escape Lemme help you with that