scorsese

It ain't never been no mystery with you, baby

Got me runnin' through my mind, my head

my veins goin' crazy, and you do this just about every time

I done fell in love with you, just how you let me

caress your side

Call me, said she love me, know she did it out of spite, though

Done told her that she wasn't my type, but she threw a right hook, said I fucked with the right ho

You done fucked up all your chances with me, let alone fucked up a ride home

I asked her if she wanted to cry in the bus, or in a Bentley, huh?

Better fix your attitude, baby, I don't spoil the trash-ass bitches, no