Song | She's Always Right |
Artist | Abstract Rude |
Album | P.A.I.N.T. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clark, Pointer | |
(feat. Moka Only and Prevail) | |
[Abstract Rude] | |
Baby don't cry, dry your eye | |
This is my house, you get out, why am I outside | |
As the door closes | |
Baby I don't want to turn this into a war of the roses | |
Rock bottom to the lowest, I'm feeling hopeless | |
I hope you know this, my prayers dare us to stay focused | |
She don't know what broke is | |
I grew up in a rough ass part of L.A. where noone wants to live | |
Give us another chance to advance | |
Sorry Abby but I got to find another man | |
Damn, can a Scorpio get stung | |
Maybe I was young and dumb and full of cum | |
And Hell has sprung, no never that | |
Life is too short and you don't get it back | |
Roger that, she hanging up, I'm calling back | |
Later on we'll be making up in the sack | |
She's always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don't say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can't touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It's like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we're drunk off love, we just can't call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we'd both frolic | |
She's always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
[Moka Only] | |
I haven't fallen in love in a long time | |
To busy balling and calling the wrong line | |
Who was he fooling by doing that everytime | |
The joke's on you when Moke's on you, recline | |
I'm so much into me I can't be refined | |
When you touch me, it really don't blow my mind | |
If you call me, I ignore it half the time | |
If I offer you, forget it, it's asinine | |
I worry about it going to something that ain't be mine | |
Love is picture perfect but now ain't the time | |
You blame it on the mammal or you blame it on the sign | |
And the thing at the end of my tail that prevails | |
The sting is just a part of my male genital | |
And it fails to really keep the wind from my scales | |
Even a perfect ten will end and get steel | |
I'm the mystery with bad history up for sale | |
Her misery, no more kissing me, fuck the deal | |
I feel bad, but bitch's suck for real | |
Are you serious, nah, I guess I'm just stuck with you | |
Till I fall off my high horse with a bus to kill | |
[Abstract Rude] | |
She's always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don't say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can't touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It's like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we're drunk off love, we just can't call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we'd both frolic | |
She's always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
[Prevail] | |
The hardest part of this isn't the arguments | |
In front of the apartment with the entire neighborhood as the audience | |
Ignorance makes us both look like idiots | |
And I can't live with it, so lets figure it out | |
Before I'm back digging it out tomorrow night | |
Because ain't no sunlight when we fight | |
With those thin little rays between love and spite | |
Advantage, when you take it of me and say you love me | |
It's slanted, I think you got some problems with honesty | |
That hoams a little shining beacon of monogomy | |
If you cheat we both feel the heat | |
In love, there is no surrender so I run for retreat | |
[Abstract Rude] | |
She's always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don't say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can't touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It's like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we're drunk off love, we just can't call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we'd both frolic | |
She's always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up |
zuo qu : Clark, Pointer | |
feat. Moka Only and Prevail | |
Abstract Rude | |
Baby don' t cry, dry your eye | |
This is my house, you get out, why am I outside | |
As the door closes | |
Baby I don' t want to turn this into a war of the roses | |
Rock bottom to the lowest, I' m feeling hopeless | |
I hope you know this, my prayers dare us to stay focused | |
She don' t know what broke is | |
I grew up in a rough ass part of L. A. where noone wants to live | |
Give us another chance to advance | |
Sorry Abby but I got to find another man | |
Damn, can a Scorpio get stung | |
Maybe I was young and dumb and full of cum | |
And Hell has sprung, no never that | |
Life is too short and you don' t get it back | |
Roger that, she hanging up, I' m calling back | |
Later on we' ll be making up in the sack | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don' t say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can' t touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It' s like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we' re drunk off love, we just can' t call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we' d both frolic | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Moka Only | |
I haven' t fallen in love in a long time | |
To busy balling and calling the wrong line | |
Who was he fooling by doing that everytime | |
The joke' s on you when Moke' s on you, recline | |
I' m so much into me I can' t be refined | |
When you touch me, it really don' t blow my mind | |
If you call me, I ignore it half the time | |
If I offer you, forget it, it' s asinine | |
I worry about it going to something that ain' t be mine | |
Love is picture perfect but now ain' t the time | |
You blame it on the mammal or you blame it on the sign | |
And the thing at the end of my tail that prevails | |
The sting is just a part of my male genital | |
And it fails to really keep the wind from my scales | |
Even a perfect ten will end and get steel | |
I' m the mystery with bad history up for sale | |
Her misery, no more kissing me, fuck the deal | |
I feel bad, but bitch' s suck for real | |
Are you serious, nah, I guess I' m just stuck with you | |
Till I fall off my high horse with a bus to kill | |
Abstract Rude | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don' t say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can' t touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It' s like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we' re drunk off love, we just can' t call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we' d both frolic | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Prevail | |
The hardest part of this isn' t the arguments | |
In front of the apartment with the entire neighborhood as the audience | |
Ignorance makes us both look like idiots | |
And I can' t live with it, so lets figure it out | |
Before I' m back digging it out tomorrow night | |
Because ain' t no sunlight when we fight | |
With those thin little rays between love and spite | |
Advantage, when you take it of me and say you love me | |
It' s slanted, I think you got some problems with honesty | |
That hoams a little shining beacon of monogomy | |
If you cheat we both feel the heat | |
In love, there is no surrender so I run for retreat | |
Abstract Rude | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don' t say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can' t touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It' s like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we' re drunk off love, we just can' t call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we' d both frolic | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up |
zuò qǔ : Clark, Pointer | |
feat. Moka Only and Prevail | |
Abstract Rude | |
Baby don' t cry, dry your eye | |
This is my house, you get out, why am I outside | |
As the door closes | |
Baby I don' t want to turn this into a war of the roses | |
Rock bottom to the lowest, I' m feeling hopeless | |
I hope you know this, my prayers dare us to stay focused | |
She don' t know what broke is | |
I grew up in a rough ass part of L. A. where noone wants to live | |
Give us another chance to advance | |
Sorry Abby but I got to find another man | |
Damn, can a Scorpio get stung | |
Maybe I was young and dumb and full of cum | |
And Hell has sprung, no never that | |
Life is too short and you don' t get it back | |
Roger that, she hanging up, I' m calling back | |
Later on we' ll be making up in the sack | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don' t say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can' t touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It' s like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we' re drunk off love, we just can' t call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we' d both frolic | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Moka Only | |
I haven' t fallen in love in a long time | |
To busy balling and calling the wrong line | |
Who was he fooling by doing that everytime | |
The joke' s on you when Moke' s on you, recline | |
I' m so much into me I can' t be refined | |
When you touch me, it really don' t blow my mind | |
If you call me, I ignore it half the time | |
If I offer you, forget it, it' s asinine | |
I worry about it going to something that ain' t be mine | |
Love is picture perfect but now ain' t the time | |
You blame it on the mammal or you blame it on the sign | |
And the thing at the end of my tail that prevails | |
The sting is just a part of my male genital | |
And it fails to really keep the wind from my scales | |
Even a perfect ten will end and get steel | |
I' m the mystery with bad history up for sale | |
Her misery, no more kissing me, fuck the deal | |
I feel bad, but bitch' s suck for real | |
Are you serious, nah, I guess I' m just stuck with you | |
Till I fall off my high horse with a bus to kill | |
Abstract Rude | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don' t say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can' t touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It' s like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we' re drunk off love, we just can' t call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we' d both frolic | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Prevail | |
The hardest part of this isn' t the arguments | |
In front of the apartment with the entire neighborhood as the audience | |
Ignorance makes us both look like idiots | |
And I can' t live with it, so lets figure it out | |
Before I' m back digging it out tomorrow night | |
Because ain' t no sunlight when we fight | |
With those thin little rays between love and spite | |
Advantage, when you take it of me and say you love me | |
It' s slanted, I think you got some problems with honesty | |
That hoams a little shining beacon of monogomy | |
If you cheat we both feel the heat | |
In love, there is no surrender so I run for retreat | |
Abstract Rude | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up | |
Something seems wrong, but she don' t say what | |
And even if she strikes me first I can' t touch | |
You got to love it, though we never get to the bottom of it | |
It' s like dealing with an alcoholic | |
When we' re drunk off love, we just can' t call it | |
And when we smoked off bud, then we' d both frolic | |
She' s always right, we fuss and break up | |
We argue, fight and fuck to make up |