Marqus Clae - Lost It All Lyrics

Riding thru the city on a late night
Got me thinking bout ya
Fucked up back then now I'm straight right
But in the night time still dreaming bout ya
Reminiscing bout my baby boo
Got nothing to say to you
She saying I'm cheating on her
I'm saying it may be true
I'm listing to Marvin Gaye
I wanna ignore the hate
Of the deju vu's
And run de vu's
Stripper bitches with no clothes
Bending over touching toes
Why my girl sit at home
Her friends tell me I'm wrong
But I do it anyway
I finesse and I manipulate in so many ways
I drop a bomb bitch and watch it Disintegrate
Set it off and then I'm headed off on the interstate
I'm like fuck it dawg these bitches ain't loyal anyway
Aunties, uncles, momma preach that shit to me plenty days
I got alotta on my plate
Life at the bottom I remember it all that's why I'm only making 10 minute calls I trust nobody
The women involved is something like a light switch
I be flipping em on and off with preciseness
A victim of my devious ways
I guess it's just the way I was made
I making my bed baby you tell me that's where I gotta lay
I'm rushing like andale! Andale!
Running away from ya

Lost it all in one drank & I might need me another one, another one
Lost my girl I can't think & now I need me another one, another one
But I got some bitches, yeah I got some bitches
And they got some bitches
I keep it 1 thou I don't play bout these bitches
But still I lost It All in one drank, now I need me another one

I got 99 problems with my bitch +1
When the feelings get involved then the shits no fun
And I'm knowing I ain't perfect but I get shit done
When it all boils down me & you been done
We was fucking , we was friends, everything on pernt
Now I'm looking at a bridge that was lit But burnt
It's like I felt the situation getting hectic
You double text me saying that I'm selfish
But I'm saying that I'm helpless
Shit ain't nobody understanding my plight
We argue and you bring our fucking issues to the spotlight
Running to Twitter tweeting he ain't shit
Snapchat that's ya bags packed on some lame shit
Got a nigga angry
You sent me a four page letter on tour
I sent you a four page letter right back
We was talking bout the shit that we was posed to endure
And I was brutally honest I'll prolly never come back I'm gone

(We building up & breaking down)