Damn I’ve already told you , this is me, so what’s the problem,
Just open your mouth tell me the issues so we can solve’em,

Just words being repeated, it seems like this convo is a revolving door,
I’ve done repeated this so much, that my throat and tonsils are sore.

I sincerely want to know what the problem is, I’m not lying I aint playing,
You’re disregarding everything, not even listening to what I’m saying.


You’re jumping around too much , One subject and on to the next,
Stop twisting my words up , and taking everything out of context.

You know what forget it, its not worth it , I’m too mad to talk ,
“Nigga, re-think this relationship, you might want to walk”

Hold up rewind to what you just said “Don’t you dare change that station”
This is my whole point.. I nor this relationship, can’t get any appreciation.

I’m the only nigga who cared for you, them other chumps were fake,
Bend over backwards for you, but you still don’t appreciate.

Call you when the distance has been far, and I’m getting off work late,
Come cuddle up with you no matter what time it is, but you still don’t appreciate.

And even when chicks come at me at parties, and clubs, trying to have a quick “Relation”
I drift off quickly, not putting me self in harms way, but still no “Appreciation”

More than likely I know that I could have easily took advantage of that SITUATION,
But I love your azz enough to back off, but still no APPRECIATION

I mean , any other nigga would have loved to be the one to take,
Trust me on that one, but still you don’t appreciate.

When you need money; You know “Cheese” , “Bread” , “Mula`” , “ Cake” ,
I don’t hesitate not one bit; I thought that it was something that you could appreciate

Quick to stand up for You, Me, Better yet us, with no hesitation,
And I don’t want you to get on my nuts, just want some appreciation.

You see you cheap shotted me quick, and threw out a threat on the low,
And I’ll admit, that it was a stinger, you know a quick, but heavy blow,

This whole situation is bogus.. something that I’m totally not believing..
Might as well pinch myself , cause I damn sure aint dreaming..

I’m hurting right now… its pointless to Talk It Out..
I mean you was DJ Unk.. when you told me to “Walk It Out”

You’ll never miss a good thing till its, gone, is what mama used to tell me,
And please hold all those excuses, is that the bull shit you trying to sell me..

I’ll remember that, no excuses, I don’t care what was the case,
I guess I was just somebody, you couldn’t appreciate.