Slaine - My Girl, My Wife, My Mother, My Bitch lyrics

Give me some time to drink
I'll give you some time to think my bitch
I love you, I can never leave you

Everybody's waiting for my next move
What will it be?
What have I done? Look at what I've become
A faceless cold figure on the
Kick of the drum
It's what you hear in your skull
Liquor and guns i been down a road of excess
And access and evil and gore
I'm back to give the people some more
Freaks and thieves
I sleep and eat with them all
From the gutter with my brothers to
The streets of New York
(DMS, yes, yes) But, I'm Boston's own
Around the globe with my
Sick and nauseous dome
Vile scriptures, pictures lost in his poems
So I'll run away, no I'm not coming home
I think I'm addicted to being addicted
I'll pick as much as I can 'cause
Everything that I'm seeing is wicked
My freedom's restricted by my girlfriend
And my past wins
But this bitch keeps saying I'm a has-been
My wife keeps on telling me I'm alright
But, I'm so late, where was I all night?
My girlfriend says that I
Better wrap her right
Watch your back, motherfucker
Hold your weapon tight

I think you hate me
Say you love me but I don't believe you
See, I was born out of your womb
I said I'd never leave you
You were supposed to be my
Mother in my family, baby
Ate from your titty, damn
My motherfucking city's crazy

I been working on my masterpiece
With my master piece
I craft the speech over faster beats
Obviously got a peak that I have to reach
But the xanny bars got
Me snoozing half-asleep
When I first came out as a underdog
I could say anything I want
I could really run amok
And no one would give a fuck
'til I'm really blowing up
And my girlfriend is angry
She doesn't know enough about the industry
I rock from A to Z
Now it's like every word that she say to me
She was hating me, I'm in love with her
I was hanging on the corners
Doing drugs with her
She says I'm not hood enough, not good enough
She's not putting up with a
White boy this cocky
I got little kids looking up
To my crooked stuff
While she's putting up red lights beside me
Look, baby
You ain't got a thing to string me
But, you always had a culture to bring me
I rap for you if you got a song to sing me
You're my queen with a crown, you can king me

I think you hate me
Say you love me but I don't believe you
See, I was born out of your womb
I said I'd never leave you
You were supposed to be my
Mother in my family, baby
Ate from your titty, damn
My motherfucking city's crazy

My bitch my bitch