Drank Sinatra - I'll Always Love You ('Til the Very End) Lyrics

I'll always love you (Til the very end)
I'm getting fucking tired of all this
Arguing and shit
When I spend most of my time
On how we sposed to get rich
Man we broke then a bitch
And you want your fucking nails done
What the fuck is we gone eat
When we can't buy shoes for your son
Bitch, I'm asking u to talk to me
And u kp on ignoring me
As the man of this fucking house
You can't keep challenging my authority
Shit That's warning number 3
It seems like nothing is working
Everybody be having problems
Ain't no relationship perfect
So let's tear down these curtains
And let everyone see
How u be acting
All ratchet like you're reality on Tv
I promise you won't leave me
If that's the last thing you do
So if everything ends today
Just know I'll always love ... you ...
I love u
Don't that mean anything to you anymore?
I can't fucking stand you, don't touch me
I done heard people say that you should never hit a woman
Well that bitch wouldn't have gotten hit
If that bitch would've seen it coming
She should've Balled up her weave
Just Like these knots in my stomach
Then Pulled out the Vaseline
Like Gina Waters on Martin
Nah I'm just trying to be funny
Can U to act like you love me
And we just back on track
Back on this train to getting money
You saying I'm putting my hands on ya
While you're sitting defenseless
Rug burns, scratches, and bruises
Like I'm beating you senseless
You say that I don't care about u
Unless you're in the intensive
Guess when u fucking our shit up
I shouldn't be calling you bitches
And stupid hoe
That's stupid though
I just describe what you show
Now you Egging me on to hit you
So you can play the victim role
But dig this though
Before you get your clothes
And pack up your kid
Blowww! Bitch take this witcha
I loved you to the very end...
In loving memory of Miktosha James

I'll always love you (Til the very end)
I'm getting fucking tired of all this
Arguing and shit
When I spend most of my time
On how we sposed to get rich
Man we broke then a bitch
And you want your fucking nails done
What the fuck is we gone eat
When we can't buy shoes for your son
Bitch, I'm asking u to talk to me
And u kp on ignoring me
As the man of this fucking house
You can't keep challenging my authority
Shit That's warning number 3
It seems like nothing is working
Everybody be having problems
Ain't no relationship perfect
So let's tear down these curtains
And let everyone see
How u be acting
All ratchet like you're reality on Tv
I promise you won't leave me
If that's the last thing you do
So if everything ends today
Just know I'll always love ... you ...
I love u
Don't that mean anything to you anymore?
I can't fucking stand you, don't touch me
I done heard people say that you should never hit a woman
Well that bitch wouldn't have gotten hit
If that bitch would've seen it coming
She should've Balled up her weave
Just Like these knots in my stomach
Then Pulled out the Vaseline
Like Gina Waters on Martin
Nah I'm just trying to be funny
Can U to act like you love me
And we just back on track
Back on this train to getting money
You saying I'm putting my hands on ya
While you're sitting defenseless
Rug burns, scratches, and bruises
Like I'm beating you senseless
You say that I don't care about u
Unless you're in the intensive
Guess when u fucking our shit up
I shouldn't be calling you bitches
And stupid hoe
That's stupid though
I just describe what you show
Now you Egging me on to hit you
So you can play the victim role
But dig this though
Before you get your clothes
And pack up your kid
Blowww! Bitch take this witcha
I loved you to the very end...
In loving memory of Miktosha James