TacTheEmcee, John Mayer - Well Ain't That a Bitch lyrics

Is she really here
Is she standing in my room no she's not
Cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone

So I am sitting here, in my room
Thinking 'bout where I would go
If I took a route I'd croak
Sadly, this is the end of a very short story
Cause only the lonely could
Ever become my homies
I am solely dedicated to you
Cause if I let go of my grasp
I might let go of my craft
And in this booth I'd be whack
And you wouldn't like that
Cause if Youssof gives his mic back
Usefulness is useless shit -
Right back at you (ACHOO)
Excuse me
Who knew I'd be allergic to all this bullshit
Hold it in, cause lady I am attracted to you
I am infatuated by you, you're as mad a bitch
But if I look past that
Nah you're still mad as a Bitch
But the fact that I still love
You is a latter offence
I am heart broken with a mic-stand
Now ain't that bitch, ain't that a bitch damn

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed, and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe

Yeah like I said its a bitch ain't it
You're menacing like the devil tainted
Heart fainted i am raining tears
While my eyes are painting fears
Greater reasons why I told you
That you shouldn't fucking interfere
You're a - a catalyst for
Destruction cause we fuck less
Well, fuck this
I am not gonna sit here waiting for
You to say that your closed
I don't give a fuck bout
Whats under your clothes
I'm a - gentlemen, well that's not true
But I swear
I don't judge by the fucking genitals
Cause we don't fuck on the
First day we settle in
You know whats better than this?
This ain't love song
Just a message to you bitch
Tell you what you missed on
Tell you what you pissed on
When you had the chance
I was the best man that you could've ever had
But I ain't gotta prove it you
You're a waste of time, and I
Ain't got no time to do you
Cause fool you just ruined mine
Soon you'll see but just in time

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed, and down on your knees
And for a moment you can hardly breathe