She's Always Right Lyrics
| Song | She's Always Right |
| Artist | Abstract Rude |
| Album | Code Name: Scorpion |
| 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 |
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