If nothin I say is right, and I'm always wrong...
Then how are u supposed to do me right besides when u remove my thong?
If these arguments are a joke, and my humor is bad...
And nothing you say is funny, why do you always have to have the last laugh?
If my attitude is mean, and I equate to merely average...
Then why are you on a supreme mode, wreaking pure tears of havoc?
If I should never be too far, and always be on call....
Then why the hell are you out of touch, when you’re only at the mall?
If you can’t b-leave my words, and their never genuine or pure...
Then why is the raw condom the one that you’re always trying to test and endure?
If I’m your woman, and you’re supposed to be my man....
Then how are you fallin in love, while you got me standing in quicksand?
If I’m supposed to do for you, and I always stand by ur side.....
Then why do you show other bitches ur exhibit, and let these fukkin dudes try to pimp ur bride?
And even if we only talking and I don’t hold the girlfriend title...
Then why should I respect your performance for me, while you're trying to be Americas Idol?