Bitches leaving stuff behind
Think I want them all the time
They assume that I don't mind
But I do
I just can't compromise
For what you got between your thighs
If theres nothing between your eyes
Then I'm through
But you know I'm just talking shit
You come over and show your tits
Then I start to throw a fit
Yes I do
I guess, some things never change
I guess, some things never change
I guess, some things never change
Next I know you need some help
On your car the timing belt
I lend a hand and you just melt
Yes you do
But now I'm waiting on your calls
I drive myself straight up the wall
For these games I always fall
Yes, it's true
So you can leave your stuff behind
Come do your laundry I don't mind
I want to see you all the time
Man, I'm screwed
I guess, some things never change
I guess, some things never change
I guess, some things never change
I guess, some things never change