[Produced by Tommy Black] [Verse 1: Rache] I'm not much of a drinker, more of a smoker, hell of a thinker And I speak what's on my mind, then tat it on my body I'm sure you can tell cos I'm inked up Soul, all in these words The bread comes first then second these birds So please don't leave your crumbs at my curb Cos third is keeping it from my main chick We argue over the same sh** She'll talk about what I did before, and then talk about who I hang with She said she's feeling the anguish Yelling and cursing in Spanglish We just be going through changes Driving her crazy, and breaking her heart. Karma hit and the lanes switched [Hook] Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up [Verse 2: Rache] She's too much of a drinker, less of a smoker, hell of a thinker And she speaks what's on her mind, so we gon' argue every time But her friends always in her face, tell her stories and claiming that I'm always lying For every dollar it's ten dimes, and murder girl you blow my mind Pain all in her veins, cos she sees the whole picture when they're only viewing the frame It's a wall between us like fractions And I'm awake and chasing my dreams Rapping just like Chamillionaire, but she can't adjust to this change [Hook] Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up Cos we do sh**, and we say stuff, but we ain't ready to break up They say love, and we say lust cos we kiss, f**, and then make up