Ma love's in a state of 9-1-1!

<Intro>

Im’a brain dead… its dusted...

It’s half past three and I’m busted

Ima’ tryin to get it all off my chest

before I could grab some rest…
I scribble, I score, crinkle it up, it ain’t easy
It’s tough this hook shit..bless you slim shady!

Ok here we go… the flow has started

Keep your guard… fair warning fo all ya faint hearted…

<Hook>

My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy quitters

All you girls jumpin' through hoops for ‘em… all is not gold that glitters

Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla that just blinders

Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em uncaring philanderers

Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo nothing less than whacha deserves

Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two cents worth on this matter

Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know if he’s a loser or a lover…

<Verse 1>

Sweet talkin’ guys, ima’ gonna ask you girls to stay away forever

Give ‘em your hearts… and they’re on their way..can’t see ‘em never

They walk a 500 miles n a 500 more to fall at ya door…awww! quite a love letter

Try to put a ring on it, and you’d see ya hearts on da floor, what’s mo sinister?!

It’s a lover girl that tells ya this…take it or leave it… whateva

Ima’ fool fo thinkin’ he’s gonna carry me to a castle, ma knight in shinin' armor

No goodbye, no final kiss, just all too sudden, I can't get much wronger

Got me all fired up, left me to clean up the mess all by meself, ah so clever

Let him find da missin’ piece, but he’s missin’ from my relationship radar

It’s da C-word that he dreads, ye his biggest conversation stopper

He’s out there gettin’ new numbas on his phone, a standing ovation to ma fickle lover

So quick to forget, Ima’ not surprised, ain’t expect anythin’ better

Braggin’ his one night stands, I’ma gonna give him love lessons for a starter

Coz Ima’ left to regret ma belief, I’d give it his name if I had a tumor

<Hook>

My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy quitters

All you girls jumpin through hoops for ‘em… all is not gold that glitters

Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla that just blinders

Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em uncaring philanderers

Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo nothing less than whacha deserves

Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two cents worth on this matter

Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know if he’s a loser or a lover…

<Verse 2>

Let’s wipe less tears this year, it’s ‘em reasons that are often unclear

But ye there’s signs, signs everywhere… it’s the same fuckin drill, I swear

It all start with a wandering eye, ye it’s shameless that unblinking stare

Nah nah knock it out silly it isn’t worth a try, they got ‘em bigger fishes outta there

Geez that “treat him like you don’t care” game not work, might just backfire

Grow up…didn’t momma tell ya’ll…staying power is what that matter

I gotta case studies of broken hearts, fallin fo ‘I love you’, ‘You are da one forever’

Somethin’ of ‘em all..the love junkies and their pattern, I’ma guessin’ it’s a flair

When the time to run is up, the hide-n-seek games start..oh ye unfair

Ya’ll not a priority, no more …there ain’t no calls...the texts they become rare

‘I ain’t have no monies’, ‘I need space’, ‘it’s about me not ya’, that sound familiar?

Worst of it all, ‘let’s stay friends’, show ‘em what you got, stick up that middle finger

They back… Then they’re off…back again??!!! wtf..sounds like a personality disorder

Love ya’ll, miss ya’ll when they go farther?!! Ask ‘em to marry and they’d scamper

The harder ya’ll try, the harder ya’ll fall, ye the truth is bitter

Come on…I’ma runnin’ outta tissue papers, shake ‘em off ya’ll ain’t need no pied piper  

<Hook>

My words are ma weapons…to get at 'em men easy quitters

All you girls jumpin through hoops for ‘em… all is not gold that glitters

Those red roses, breakfast-in-bed combos, alla that just blinders

Catch me if you can… ye that’s the game.. of ‘em uncaring philanderers

Ah! whack-a-mole is whole lot easier, settle fo nothing less than whacha deserves

Nah..I ain’t no relationship guru, just ma two cents worth on this matter

Coz ma love's in a state of 9-1-1, I aint know if he’s a loser or a lover…