I’m
Done With You
Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses/
Life lessons are expensive/
Especially when we try to make sense of the senseless/
My wisdom was Cazals with scratched up lenses/
Can’t accept how you got past my defenses/
Even though I know that the Devil’s relentless/
Engine running good/ here you come with the wrenches/
I let you play when you belonged on the benches/
Un-coach-able/ can’t dribble/ drive or shoot/
Always in the huddle/ showing out and acting cute/
Your yelling at the coach saying “give me the rock” /
And my dumb ass let you take the last shot/
Off you go/ and you don’t really give a damn/
Tripled teamed/ and you can’t find the open man/
Time on the clock/ but you were looking scared/
Half court and you put up a fucking prayer/
Air ball!!!!!!
I’m done with you/
You got me mumbling/ talking to myself and shit/
I’m so fucking done with you/
When you care and they don’t/ that’s when it’s time to quit/
You expect me to run with you? /
When I need you to be calm/ that’s when you’re throwing a fit/
It used to be fun with you/
Then you changed up/ and got all weird and shit/
You’re irritating like the urge to urinate/ while you’re trying
to concentrate/ When you've got a lot at stake/
But necessary/ so I know to evacuate/ poisons gotta go/ putting
pressure on my prostate/
Pause/ I saw what I wanted to see/ when I sized you up in the
beginning for the long haul/
Pause/ and I knew better/ Jordan’s on your feet/ don’t mean that
you can ball/
Pause/ now you’re back on the bench/ and you’re not in the game/
but I still have to face facts/
That I let your agent gas me/ and there’s a penalty for breaking
your contract/
They say it’s cheaper to keep her/ but how much is your spirit
worth/ or how about a sane brain/
I put you back in the game/ and you got a muscle strain/ within
the 1st fucking 5 minutes of playing/
I’m done with you/
You got me mumbling/ talking to myself and shit/
I’m so fucking done with you/
When you care and they don’t/ that’s when it’s time to quit/
You expect me to run with you? /
When I need you to be calm/ that’s when you’re throwing a fit/
It used to be fun with you/
Then you changed up/ and got all weird and shit/
Basketball is a metaphor for teamwork/
I talk cooperation/ and you be looking hurt/
Your butt-hole perks/ your attitude spurts/ all in concert/ Time
to go to work/
On me in a space without you/ without the voodoo/ and claims
that ain't true/
Bounce/ exit stage left/ looking like Wyclef/ but my name’s
Graffiti Bleu/
And welcome to my joy and you can’t take it from me/
My real name is LaMont but I ain't no big dummy/
You knew that right? / I bet you did/ but it didn't matter cause
you still tried/
Funny part about it when you’re done they always seem to act surprised/
GB
Nice...your best is yet to come
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