Grieves, Type - My Girlfriend Beats Me (My Girlfriend Beats Me EP) lyrics
[Grieves, Type - My Girlfriend Beats Me My Girlfriend Beats Me EP lyrics]
Stepping out my house an extra
Bounce to my skip
40 ounce bottle empty, evidence is on my lips
Same brown cargos, same old kicks
Broken down, no hoes
Though I feel like a pimp and this is it
This ought to be the top of the chain
Skid marks on my boxers, tags Bearing my name
Headache, heavy eyelids I'm lacking on sleep
Have spliffs which are hanging from
The back of my teeth
I don't care dude
If I was rich I'd probably have some hair too
Some nice little roots to go along
With these clear boots NAH!
Cos I don't really have those either
Just two black eyes for
Being one part cheater
Two fucked up knees and one torn t-shirt
One bloody ass nose and a bruised up penis
She caught me in the morning
With a used condom on
She beat my fucking ass so nonchalant
I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me
Every god damn weekend when
She catches me cheating
Fellas if you got a girl
Don't give her a reason
You better watch where your
Cock go skeet-skeeting
People say that I should leave her
I'm in love with her mind dog
Bruises on my face since she was
Drunk and it was my fault
I should've known that I couldn't
Get away with shit
When she follows me to work and
Now refers to me as "Bitch"
Makes me hold on to her pocket
When we're walking the strip
And keeps a black book
With the contacts of all of my friends
And damn, I'm having troubles conceding it
Going out to have a drink and coming
Home and getting beat to shit
And all my homies try to say
That I'm a victim - a bitch one who lets his
Girlfriend fucking hit him
But, it's not that simple
Her and I are soul mates
A match made in heaven plus we're
Living at her folks place
And I'll admit it - it's a little bit weird
That all she does it watch football
And call me a queer
Down's a whole fifth of whiskey and
Boxes both of my ears
And passes out butt naked on
The couch with a beer
I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me
Every god damn weekend when
She catches me cheating
Fellas if you got a girl
Don't give her a reason
You better watch where your
Cock go skeet-skeeting
Domestic abuse, it ain't a one way system
This is kind of on the
Tip of some reverse racism
She told me that the kitchen is
Exactly where her place is
And always to look plain cos she
Doesn't like the taste yes
At home I do the dishes while she watches TV
Channel surfing drunk while her
Man cooks and cleans
I'm always sitting shotgun when we're
Rolling in my ride
She wears the pants and she likes to drive
Black eyes
Bruised wrists and microwavable dinners
Telling lies to social servants
People saying I slip uh
Either way, me leaving is not an option
Life without my lady's like a
Flaming bag of dog-shit
And I'm ma tell the cops this next
Time she xxxx me to stop it
They probably heard us fucking getting rowdy
But hey I'm guilty for concealing this secret
That when she's out playing poker
I'm compulsed to be eating stuff
I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me
Every god damn weekend when
She catches me cheating
Fellas if you got a girl
Don't give her a reason
You better watch where your
Cock go skeet-skeeting
Bounce to my skip
40 ounce bottle empty, evidence is on my lips
Same brown cargos, same old kicks
Broken down, no hoes
Though I feel like a pimp and this is it
This ought to be the top of the chain
Skid marks on my boxers, tags Bearing my name
Headache, heavy eyelids I'm lacking on sleep
Have spliffs which are hanging from
The back of my teeth
I don't care dude
If I was rich I'd probably have some hair too
Some nice little roots to go along
With these clear boots NAH!
Cos I don't really have those either
Just two black eyes for
Being one part cheater
Two fucked up knees and one torn t-shirt
One bloody ass nose and a bruised up penis
She caught me in the morning
With a used condom on
She beat my fucking ass so nonchalant
I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me
Every god damn weekend when
She catches me cheating
Fellas if you got a girl
Don't give her a reason
You better watch where your
Cock go skeet-skeeting
People say that I should leave her
I'm in love with her mind dog
Bruises on my face since she was
Drunk and it was my fault
I should've known that I couldn't
Get away with shit
When she follows me to work and
Now refers to me as "Bitch"
Makes me hold on to her pocket
When we're walking the strip
And keeps a black book
With the contacts of all of my friends
And damn, I'm having troubles conceding it
Going out to have a drink and coming
Home and getting beat to shit
And all my homies try to say
That I'm a victim - a bitch one who lets his
Girlfriend fucking hit him
But, it's not that simple
Her and I are soul mates
A match made in heaven plus we're
Living at her folks place
And I'll admit it - it's a little bit weird
That all she does it watch football
And call me a queer
Down's a whole fifth of whiskey and
Boxes both of my ears
And passes out butt naked on
The couch with a beer
I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me
Every god damn weekend when
She catches me cheating
Fellas if you got a girl
Don't give her a reason
You better watch where your
Cock go skeet-skeeting
Domestic abuse, it ain't a one way system
This is kind of on the
Tip of some reverse racism
She told me that the kitchen is
Exactly where her place is
And always to look plain cos she
Doesn't like the taste yes
At home I do the dishes while she watches TV
Channel surfing drunk while her
Man cooks and cleans
I'm always sitting shotgun when we're
Rolling in my ride
She wears the pants and she likes to drive
Black eyes
Bruised wrists and microwavable dinners
Telling lies to social servants
People saying I slip uh
Either way, me leaving is not an option
Life without my lady's like a
Flaming bag of dog-shit
And I'm ma tell the cops this next
Time she xxxx me to stop it
They probably heard us fucking getting rowdy
But hey I'm guilty for concealing this secret
That when she's out playing poker
I'm compulsed to be eating stuff
I look fucked up cos my girlfriend beats me
Every god damn weekend when
She catches me cheating
Fellas if you got a girl
Don't give her a reason
You better watch where your
Cock go skeet-skeeting