DILEMMA Lyrics

What's the situation? It ain't what you make it

Bitches really got me in a mode, when they spread false information

I need meditation, you need medication

The bitch really playing with my cool

Getting mad when they thinking I'm a fool.

I'm like baby, "yeah what it do"

Ain't fucking playing bitch I'm not in the mood

Who you mad at? Bitch I'm mad at you

Last night, yeah where the fuck were you?

Turns out, you was fucking on a lame

Yeah yeah yeah, she like where the fuck the proof?

I went through your phone when you weren't in the room

Now tell me what the fuck you gonna do ?

I ain't gonna help you, bitch

She be crying, and she start to throw a fit

Bitch look at my face, I ain't happy

All you gotta do is move your shit

You a lying ass bitch, you hoe

I hope that you never have kids

Cause whatever you is gonna affect them

No time to reverse that shit

That bitch start to lie on my name

Now she talking like she turned into a saint

I wasn't perfect, I know that she ain't

But I'm not that pic you are trying to paint

All you doing is causing some pain

Causing pain to me and you

While you trying to get at me

Yeah the anger, it be going through your roof

Yeah, I'm so fucking through

So done trying to get at you

I hope I never meet a bitch like you

You is not like the girl I knew

You know you hurting me, but you don't know your hurting yourself

That girl, I'll pray for you

But I know you ain't far from hell

What's the situation? It ain't what you make it

Bitches really got me in a mode, when they spread false information

I need meditation, you need medication

The bitch really playing with my cool

Getting mad when they thinking I'm a fool.