Juicy J - International Break-Up Anthem lyrics

[Verse One: Brian J. Lucas] So… I been in love once… the drug is something addictive Two people stand in decisions, but both seemingly submissive She loves the way he smells. When he holds her, she feels protected He loves the way she kisses his body, now he's erected She lays him down and she gives love away cuz she's respected He lays down with her thinking "I guess I'll settle for a second Then back on my own sh**." But really don't know sh** He's helping her find love, she's helping him forget The stress of the world around him, and now it's love that surrounds him And he don't know all the flashing, all he know now is attraction All she know now is some magic, he thinking is its tragic How I took my jersey hung it right up… how did this happen? There's bu*terflies in her stomach, there's regret left in these covers Questions all in his head, and there's answers here with his lover He panics, the wrong reaction. Ends it, no time for laughing And huggin, kisses, loving, misses Mrs. Stay miss in fact it's No luck. Spittin Eminem lyrics, no love. Out there doin her own thang. So what? He better off with the birds and the bees, she better off with thugs that she sees And he at home thinkin does she think about me, And she out there livin, breakin that chain free Aye yo B, don't you see? While she getting the D, yo tank on E; And that reality is F'in up a G Probably. But honestly, what could he do about it? She's gone now The fat lady just bowed… The song ended and she's gone now… The devil probably laughin at that. And God probably patting yo back Sayin that was the one, my son. Amazin how love ain't that potent til after the fact J [Verse Two: Eugenius] I keep it diverse, I think we should divorce It's not me, it's not you, so what'd we get it tied for Sometimes a sight for sore eyes, but more of an eye sore Guess courtside wasn't good enough, you want a spot on the roster No point in tryna restore what we had once I was lookin forward to makin bag lunch when he had one, have fun Complaining to your girlfriends how all men are like your dad was While my son's dad and my dad's son are macking, bachelors Pack it up, grab your stuff, leave my Adidas hoodie I let you cop when we felt degrees drop And me I, I loved it when we used to cuddle With my Giants beanie on, FeeFiFo-Fumble Conversations bout sports, long debates about rap From Pac vs. Biggie to UGK, Outkast Wayne, Jay, Drake, Ye, Em, Nas, who's GOAT? You said Eugenius, smash, Ruffalo Your cue to go was a few ago, must be in a daze I guess I don't ache or stress, but for you? It might take a sec Why you ask? My standards rose When I bought you chocolates and a rose Then I caught ya, Amber Rose Now I'm ballin, Amber Rose Or Derrick Rose, I don't care or know Why you cared at all in the first place No plans, Thursday? You blew me off like Kurt's face No teen spirit, you mean spirited curvaceous, flirtatious Bae, is this relationship even worth saving? I recited vows, still can, verbatim Still didn't trust me, bump surveillance Still, we lasted than longer than most I'm proud of us both, applause and I'm ghost The hour is late, this miss is stalling for sure, over and out ya go [Verse Three: Cleff] Ok I know you heard the tremble, Cleff is gone follow Now I'm all up in your ear, But I'm in ya throat tommorrow Whose to say them twos today won't grow to be a couple of models? And even if they don't I bet you still send over bottles From Wendover in the Boro, The Boro straight to Manhattan Was hannin I hope this crack I spit dont break yo mamas back and if it do Carry that sweet lady to the sea Where waves wave and men act like centaurs, can't take a knee On a corner she gone need, one cause heaven is where she fell Is it weird That she feel like orange soda and I'm Kel? (Is it true?) Yeah...maybe...possibly honestly I Just want a woman that can make me smile and bake me pie My baby I, Love her till the comet hits Even after that I'll think about her when we spiraling In space with no direction, She in my eyes perception So go 'head keep it t**n I'll let Piffy put the work in, go [Verse Four: Epiphany] In 2012, wrote a letter to my future wife I didn't predict my dick would land in some stupid strife I loosed the knife but you the type to put my poo in lights And clowned my sheath make me feel heat when I got beat that night Forget it, you out my girl is spittin My girl is puttin prophecy on waxy tracks and spinnin I'm salty, gave my love to success gods And now they crumblin the ruins got me stressed bought Loads of pain and pa**ion with the price of our thrashing Upon the mattress relax your reaction babe I'm just pa**ing The blame game. But honestly I really can't name another dame That ever make me feel this lame. I'll never be the same