It’s Over CunninLynguists (Ft. Bleu Collar)

[Intro]
What did you say?

[Hook]
I shoulda known you could never be true to a soldier
Wastin' all of my time waitin' for you to be sober
Sick of walkin' around with a chip on my shoulder
So you consider the black book, checking my folder
(All lines repeated)

[Verse I]
Stay focused and rap quick
Splitted and rolled up
That's what I'm telling myself rippin' and runnin' all over tracks
With the bitches and the hoes distracting
And for that simple fact they could be no attachment
Solo in the bottle, I don't even know what's happening
Hope I don't accidentally show my passion
For this chick in particular, when she strollin' past ya
Making ya motivate to approach and ask her
How she doing, what's her name, who she came to see
But you didn't realize that she came with me
It's hard to conceal eyes, and the game is wicked
Me and you kick it even though we ain't together, so explain it better
I'm feelin' hella confused hearin' the same old shit
Put yourself in my shoes, they don't fit
I know there could be two sides to the story
But give me some credit, checkin' is useless for me