Joe Budden - OLS4 (Ordinary Love Shit 4) Lyrics

Tell me how long are we suppose to act like this?
We won't neva get on track like this
How can I eva tell ya how I feel if ya react like this?
Ya call me ova here to talk not get attacked like this
Its funny
Got yo track shoes on but what ya runnin' from
Shit I know where ya goin' & where ya comin' from
That’s immaturity showin', its just the baby in ya
One of the reasons why I neva put a baby in ya
Tired of hearin' how ya’ll neva trust me again
How ya luv me, then ya hate me, then ya luv me again
One minute I’m yo soul-mate then it’s fuck me again
Until ya get horny enough & wanna fuck me again
But check it
I just wanna treat ya good & do betta
Ya think I’m runnin' around tryna be the hoods Hugh Heffner
Sayin' I’m all about hoes, when I’m all about ya
Even when I’m wit my hoes, I tell them all about ya
Say that’s just one reason I keep losin' ya
I don’t understand it, that shit is confusin' 2
Ya left me, I’m doin' me, ya doin' ya
So what the fuck is me doin' me have to do wit ya
How dare ya tell me its tougher fo' ya ?
Like I don’t hear about them niggas ya fucking wit 2
I had neva knew ya thought like that
Who knew ya was into sports like that
Mo' prayers cuz they all players
Ya out there havin' a ball, playa
Ball player afta ball playa
I mean ya wit the ball players mo' than ball players
Hope they ain't fuckin' ya & makin' ya they ball-player
Come to me, I just get a hard time
Why they give one to ya , is this what ya wanna do?
Wit me ya get an attitude, ya get all stuck up
Start callin' me a fuck up until I tell ya shut the fuck up
But the part I don’t respect is
Ya so cool wit erry otha one of yo exes
It's history between us, all ain't right either
Back & forth domestic, call it fight feva
Be wantin' ya close to me
Supposedly, ya say ya ova me
That just come across as a joke to me
Cuz ya ain't got the luv that expires
Worst case, ya'll get tired
Tell yo friends I'm a liar
Tried therapy when we felt it goin' sour
That’s four hunid dollas erry hour
Fo' him to come & mediate, referee, be our interpreter
Tell me I need to lower my voice, don’t curse at her
Says she’s only frustrated cuz I keep hurtin' her
Tell me despite all that, he can tell that I worship her
Soon as ya let yo guard down, I get it up again
Fixin' it is 2 much work, so I give up again
But I wanna spend the rest of my life wit ya
Make a wife wit ya , make it alright wit ya
But how are ya eva suppose to think that I’m right fo' ya
When all I eva do is treat ya like a recyclable
Disgraceful & ya want me to chase ya
But its easier fo' me to replace ya
Cuz I see it like
If ya can't deal wit what we go thru
I got bitches lined up, I got an ego 2
And to them I’m errythin'
Funny, I'm great & I’m charmin'
But to ya I’m alarmin', all I do is bring harm in
To ya , I’m the cuz of all yo misery
Of course I disagree, ya goin' off our history
All that arguin' just ain't my style
Cuz that anger now got us like strangers now
Ya tell me I should get help & I’m sick in the head
Ya found make up on the sheets, I had a bitch in our bed
But wait, I ain't luv her tho, I ain't fuck her tho
I could dead that bitch right now man, fuck that ho
Ya just think I'll get anotha & anotha ho
Way ya talk to me its like I got a whole club of hoes
But I could switch gears, make them all disappear
Ya goin' thru my phone like I got a bitch in there
We discussin' chicks afta they thru
They don’t matter to me, but fo' sum' reason they matter to ya
We keep havin' the same threesome
But not kind of come as a blessin'
Ya keep bringin' up my last girl
Like she ain't my past girl like ya ain't the reason she present
Check it
Ya ain't got to worry about me & her
If I wanted to be wit her I would be wit her
Yeah we hung together
Strip clubs had fun together
But that’s done, don't sweat her
Ya the only one I wanna do a bid wit
Live wit, share my last name, have kids wit
Can’t be understated errytime we eva ran witchyu
Ya compare me in yo head to sum' nigga ya created
I’m a long way from perfect, I got shit wit me
Still I want ya to luv me unconditionally
9 years in, I don’t deserve what ya givin' me
Like ya get a victory by actin' like a dick to me
Want me to see how it feels, I get the trickery
Lesson learned tho, ya my missin' piece
Give anotha chance to yo ex
Ya don’t pick up the phone, ya don’t answer my texts
We ain't give it all that we got
Still ain't empty the clip, lets give it one mo' shot
We can go ahead on our own
I need ya I can’t do this alone
(But ya keep runnin' away)

Joe Budden - OLS4