Ice C.R.E.A.M. Bundy - The Drama Act

Verse 1 (bundy)
Today you took the bun / don’t know if i’m too shook to run
Talking about taking it too far, shared future, bad lookout, hon’
See you’ve been stalling me for months / acting like it’s just a hook-up, hon’
Huh, need to make up your freaking mind, so what’s good? c’mon
Was i really that wrong about you, feisty attitude i mistook for fun
Who knew that by trying to give you the world no good was done?
The crux is umm / i realized it too late, now i’m looking dumb
Feeling stupid, callow pupil; shot for the moon and i hit the sun
Third-degree burn, when will he learn / there’s no return to agreed terms
It’s like she turned from a sweet, firm / girl to mrs. “all that he earns”
See i ain’t got no problem with buying you nice things
But don’t you expect me to cut down my expenses, huh
Worse than ungrateful heirs to wealthy ancestors
At first didn’t care, couldn’t stay outta ya pants, it’s a
Shame what you’ve become or probably always been
God damn, i’m at a loss, girl, the hell is happening?

Chorus x2: (maddes)
See, i gave you all that i had, girl
Still you hold your hand out for more
What do you really want from me?
Cos i can’t seem to please you no more

Verse 2 (bundy)
Now it ain’t nothing but a constant drama act, a
Living hell you bring on me and i regret, i
Didn’t see it sooner or show an appropriate
Reaction, affection got me blue-eyed, become a nervous wreck, yup
First you wanna go on a trip then you can’t
So you want me to stay, making up for the quality time you couldn’t spend
Unmindful of the fact that i already made a down payment
So i stay; you reward me with your cell constantly in your hands?
See i try to make it work / so why you’re tripping, bitch?
Girl, you just have to say the word / and you’ll be getting it
I’m sick of all your drama / wicked; i’m a ticking time bomb, i’mma
Be flipping, losing my mind, i / kick into your conceited smile, hon’
Never know what you gonna get when you try to tame a wild one
But i ignored the facts, so now it’s time to switch up the style; i’m
I’m ready for the asylum / but not ‘fore i make you stand trial, hon’
Judge, jury and executioner / time to say goodbye, cunt
Verse 3 (maddes)
Now we both walk on by
On separate ways
I have to clear my mind
And set things right and try to forget
I strayed with blinded eyes
But you just veiled your face
Now i see it crystal clear
Without a tear and i won’t regret

Chorus x2