Honorable Court
Catour, fuck it up
I can hear your phone vibrate (Yeah)
From your nightstand on the side of your bed
All through the night, I'm irate (Irate)
And I just seen your eyes open, you're awake
So we need to talk about this (This)
'Fore I hit the road
I hit the nearest highway, don't come back where you live
Back where you live
Tired of this shit
How much more time you gon' waste? (Yeah, how many?)
How many more times you gon' lie to my face? (My face, ooh)
You know they cuttin' me like knives in a way (Ooh)
It's like knives in a way
All the lies you say, they slice and dice like knives in a way
All the lies that you say
Cut like knives when you say (Yeah)
Look at how you spend your weekend
Say you got a meeting
Find a Four Seasons receipt in your clothes
Nigga always got a reason
Excuses for your cheating
It's time you get deleted, don't wanna hear no more
Last one was your best friend, the other one your cousin
I found out that it wasn't, her shit outside my door
Cheating like a dozen, I take you back like nothing
You fronting like you love me
How much more time you gon' waste? (Yeah, how many?)
How many more times you gon' lie to my face? (My face, ooh)
You know they cuttin' me like knives in a way (Ooh)
It's like knives in a way
All the lies you say, they slice and dice like knives in a way (Just like knives)
All the lies that you say
Cut like knives when you say (Yeah)
Boy, it's like knives in a way
How much more time you gon' waste?
How many more times you gon' lie to my face?
You know they cuttin' me like knives in a way (Ooh)
It's like knives in a way
All the lies you say, they slice and dice like knives in a way
All the lies that you say
Cut like knives when you say (Yeah)
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