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You got me fucked up, for real Honestly, I'm not happy I don't wanna talk about that shit in the morning I wanna talk about the shit right now Yeah, I got a motherfucking attitude because what the fuck you been up to? You don't think I wanna be happy? I wanna be happy Where you been at all day? Do I look stupid to you, nigga? Who you been on the phone with because you wasn't calling me? You got me crying, you got me fucked up throughout my day, like this is not- Fuck you going? Yeah, nigga, okay, keep lying Where are you going? We tryna talk right now We gon' talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning 'Cause if we do now, then I'ma be going in Yellin', cussin' me out, girl, this is ya warning We gon' talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah I'm doing something important Now you calling me, talking this horse shit Every day popping up with some more shit Letras de cancionesI just smack my lips, ignore it All this arguing is getting boring Got me starting to think you enjoy it Guess love is a war I hang up the phone, you knock at the door This used to be fun, now it feel like a chore Shit, too high right now, too drunk right now I don't even know what the fuck you talking about I'm just tryna get out of it, yeah We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah Talk about it in the morning Let's just talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah Let's just talk about it in the morning Man, how unfortunate Why you resort to the screaming and cussing And throwing my shit out on the porch again Swear to God this shit is torture My heart hit the floor, and it cracked like porcelain Why are you forcing it? I'm 'bout to forfeit I had it up to here with all yo' shit I'm tired of dealing with yo' emotions I swear to God I didn't key yo' car up Shut the fuck up, bitch (Shut up) I swear to God that was not me What bitches you got keying yo car up, Buddy? I'm too tired I'm too high right now To be hearing all that riff-raff We just need to roll up and just smoke And just chill and wait till the morning Yeah, we just need to roll up and just smoke And just chill and wait till the morning If I'm asking you a question, I already know the answer to it, nigga, don't lie Period, I already call this bitch Call her right now, let me see yo' phone Give me yo' phone Blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah blah blah, blah blah blah Blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning Talk about it in the morning We gon' talk about it in the morning, yeah Let's just talk about it in the morning right now High right now, drunk right now Yeah, ooh High right now, drunk right now Yeah, ooh Blah, blah From Letras Mania