T.P.M - The Greatest Depression lyrics

[Intro: TPM] When they having a conversation, they all agree that men are all the same, so the conclusion is that men are all the same, yeah men are all the same let's hear what they got to say [Chorus] X2 Getting rid of that lil' voice in your head That tells you men are the same (Men are all the same) Well I know you be tripping when I tell you all the b**hes downtown be gossiping (Yeah) [Verse 1] It's that weathering that got me peeling of my emotions of my cornerstone That overtime after hours, workload that got me on the phone Asking you to wait up for me I'll be late home I catch a taxi More or less bump into Manessa Before we start conversing, we all know she gives the warmest hug, sure felt like bird in its nest Feathering designer clothing Worthy and deserving We was raised by V.Ville! Young kids making it to Varsity From the same hood we talked abut the struggles of growing up How the music was doing, deals, groupies many n***as was showing up Is the pay good? Sadly when d**h shows up unpredictable, last week we was laying that funny dude How life was unfolding, short left Wasn't long till we where home Walked pour separate ways, I was thirty minutes late for bedtime I be knocking at the door My girl tripping over the knew scent of my cologne You hard on my comfort zone I know the fella-bility of uncertainity when you all alone Is it everything I do in your absence, infidelity related or wrong Are you accusing me of cheating, relationship status 'bout to change from intimately inlove to completely complicated Its the actions of another man, rather your ex compared to mine and exaggerated Oooh snap, before I go my own way, cigarette ashing, where's my ashtray [Chorus] X2 Getting rid of that lil' voice in your head That tells you men are the same (Men are all the same) Well I know you be tripping when I tell you all the b**hes downtown be gossiping [Verse 2:D_cider] That's wild brainstorming You mapped me on a master degree, cheater by profession Let's agree to dismantle my heart-burn but how am I suppose to heal a third degree Emotions violent, run in the wave of a deep ocean Red roses above sea level, quiet and beautiful, the art of a love portion Yet you never trust in “men are all liars Empty promises I can go on for hours Pour my heart in this Last year he promised me a trip to Paris” That's some sh** you'll be telling your friends When you wearing make-up that don't fit you at them toilets By the time we leave town I tell you talk we'll be on the paper early in the morning on them door steps Talking with food in your mouth, if you had strict parents, they be whipping your a** for bad manners Swear it tastes terrible, I just swallowed my pride before these love matters Chamber my loyalty I'm ready for them X.O's, for the truth never expires D_cider lay it simple I've had a mouthful satisfying my inner desires