Welcome to Hell’s paradise
I always heard life was a pair of dice
Seven Eleven  or a pair of eyes
As I’m looking at her smearing eyes
She yelling take them glasses off
Your eyes are the only
Things that not lying
Not caring to the point
That I stopped lying
I tell her I feel the same
She tell me nigga quit playing you
The only one that’s not crying
You said you wasn’t
On no steal your man shit
If I broke it off now we
Won’t be on some friend shit
Man  what goes around
Comes around like some ceiling fan shit
I broke the levy to your eyes
That I don’t give a damn shit
Time after time  it’s the same old shit
I think it might be too late
For me to learn from my mistakes
I knew that it hurts  I knew that it hurts you
But you should have used your head first
This might be the biggest mistake
It’s too late
Because two can’t be in first place
Wake up then  Call your
Ex and make up then
What was no strings
Attached got tangled when
Fun stopped being fun
And feeling tried to finagle in
We had that independent love
You tried to bring a label in
Girlfriend  Nah  I already got one
You need a good guy
And I’m already not one
She said we lost a kid already
I’m already not that young
My biological clock is ticking
I’m not just trying to have fun

Shits way different from us first chilling
Sometimes last words
Can have the worst ending
Wish we could fast forward
Time and reverse feelings
Is there a warranty for love
To return and fix it
She said you good either way
When it was her last night
Nigga and me today
You the man  Huh  Getting all the TNA
You f**king her raw too
Sharing our DNA
And so on and so on
And the shit just always goes on
Nothing about us feeling right
But she’ll be back
Before the end of the night
Time after time  it’s the same old shit
I think it might be too late
For me to learn from my mistakes
I knew that it hurts  I knew that it hurts you
But you should have used your head first
This might be the biggest mistake  it’s too late
Because two can’t be in first place