(You know there is two sides to every story)
See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
Talkin' shit like a snitch
Why you write a song 'bout me
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't want to share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

[Repeat: x2]
Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to turn to your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin' crack
I'm goin' else where and that's a fact

[Repeat: x2]
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

[Repeat: x4]
Whoa whoa
Uh uh yea

You questioned did I care
Maybe I would have if you would of gone down there
Now it's over
But I do admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't sweat that cause I got to go

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back.

[Repeat: x4]
Oh oh
Uh uh yea

You made me do this

Writer : NICOLE FRANCINE AIELLO, EAMON DOYLE, MARK PASSE, KIRK ROBINSON
Copyright : Lyrics © SHAPIRO BERNSTEIN & CO. INC.