Kevin Hart - Bad luck with woman lyrics

[Hook: Chantal Kreviazuk] How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter Cause you know I'm okay Instead, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?" When you know, you know I'm the same I know, I know you don't love me, baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body... [Verse 1] I think I k**ed everybody in the game last year, man f** it, I was on though And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club (mm-mm) f** it, I was wrong though Shout out all to all my n***as living tax free Nowadays it's six figures when they tax me Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some Long as the outcome is income You know I want it all and then some Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from Probably some bad hoes I'm 'bout to take the hint from Yeah, you know me well, n***a I mean you ain't the only real n***a They got me on these white women like Seal, n***a Slave to the p**y but I'm just playing the field, n***a Are these people really discussing my career again? Asking if I'll be going platinum in a year again? Don't I got the sh** the world wanna hear again? Don't Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in? Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying And I don't ever be trippin off of what ain't mine And I be hearing the sh** you say through the grapevine But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time Yeah...It's been that way from the beginning I just been playing, I ain't even notice I was winning And this is the only sound you should fear Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright [Hook] [Verse 2] You say I'm old news, well who the new star? Cause if I'm going anywhere, it's probably too far Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States Used half of the money to beat my brother's case Red wine over Fed time And shout out to the n***as that's doing dead time Shout out to the b**hes there when it's bedtime And f** you to the n***as that think it's their time Yeah, don't make me take your life apart, boy You and whoever the f** gave you your start boy Oh, you wanna be a motherf**ing funny guy? Don't make me break your Kevin Hart, boy Yeah.. it's whatever You know, feeling good - living better I think maybe I was numb to it last year But you know I feel it now more than ever My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay Second album, I'm back paving the way The backpackers are back on the bandwagon Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day And I met your baby moms last night We took a picture together, I hope she frames it! And I was drinking at the Palms last night And ended up losing everything that I came with Feel like I've been here before, huh? I still got 10 years to go, huh? And this is the only sound you should fear Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is all right [Hook] [Outro] Three in the morning still going down…