Testo Why - Bugzy Niaire feat. Mac
Testo della canzone Why (Bugzy Niaire feat. Mac), tratta dall'album Samurai of Semantics
Baby, why?
Why do we act this way?
Why do we play these games?
Why do we cuss and fight?
Why can't we get it right?
Oh, why does it have to hurt?
Why can't we make this work?
Why do we still hold on?
Maybe we're just so wrong
Your face flooded with tears, I'm guessing I'm responsible
Arguments intense so I hardly ever respond to you
You talk as if you make no mistakes, you're just phenomenal
Maybe we should take us a break until we're comfortable
We'll never understand one another, too many disagreements
You be keeping secrets, your truth deceiving but you believe 'em
Peep the ruthless demons that penetrates and I roost the bleeders
Fuck the new procedures, agreements, I'm trying to be with you
I never claimed to wanna be perfect, I was a cheater too
But I really felt in my heart I had my reasons too
Instead of weak excuses, I'm sorry, need you to see my view
Fantasies we still could fulfill, we used to dream a few
Try creating comfort, that's why I gave you your freedom, boo
Offered propositions, respecting you as a human being
To me it sounded great but you considered it too extreme
It's insane, so the question remains
Baby, why?
Why do we act this way?
Why do we play these games?
Why do we cuss and fight?
Why can't we get it right?
Oh, why does it have to hurt?
Why can't we make this work?
Why do we still hold on?
Maybe we're just so wrong
I really hate using this tone but fuck it, you need to hear this
Work off your student loans, mami, not off your fucking feelings
I'm trying to stack up this bread and
Your trust, I'm trying to build it
You trying to fuck with my head
Leave me stuck with all these children
You stupid, ugh, admit it, you got a fucking illness
Mentally touched, man, Oprah couldn't even Dr. Phil it
But you won't feel it until I'm gone and your heart need healing
But I'm out this bitch, Sexual Chocolate when Eddie left the building
Ain't shit left to deal with, you on your own
Don't call my phone when the data roam
Whenever you make your presence known, I'm never home
And you can miss me with all that shit 'bout how you miss me
All in the mix, I'm thinking shit's a box of Jiffy
But I was wrong, how stupid of me to think the latter
I gave you honesty, trust, as if that fucking mattered
Tell that dumb fuck that you fuck with to buy another plasma
As for me, I'm ghost, no Saint Patrick, no fucking Casper
Baby, why?
Why do we act this way?
Why do we play these games?
Why do we cuss and fight?
Why can't we get it right?
Oh, why does it have to hurt?
Why can't we make this work?
Why do we still hold on?
Maybe we're just so wrong
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Writer(s): Christine Anne Mcvie
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