I think Imma let you go,
Our love was electrical,
But now all I get is shocked,
When I try to go back to dem days, all i get is knocked upside
my head.
Purple haze. In a daze. She stays when you ask her to, but why? It ain't like you gonna die. She may as well take the gun out the holster, she knows you ain't doin' nothin' 'til you roast her. Take the most from her. Pride and her joy from her. But why? It ain't like you gonna die. She may as well grab that knife and stab you fool, but wait, that just ain't cool!
I think Imma let you go,
Our love was electrical,
But now all I get is shocked,
When I try to go back to dem days, all i get is knocked upside the head.
When they ain't nothin' to do, you beat upon her, nothin' but shame and dishonor. For you she bleeds, but when she smacks back, you start hackin'.
She stays when you ask her to, but why? It ain't like you gonna die. She may as well take the gun out the holster, she knows you ain't doin' nothin' 'til you roast her. Take the most from her. Pride and her joy from her. But why? It ain't like you gonna die. She may as well grab that knife and stab you fool, but wait, that just ain't cool!
