I think my girl is tippin'
I see all the signs, she says I'm trippin'
phone calls with rings and hang ups
she runs to the phone
up in a room speaking in hushed tones
then she's gotta run out
"bye, I'll be back , won't be gone long"
oh, ok it's me , Yeah I'm trippin'
working late, gotta meeting with Bob
what's up with that?!
when do you get a real job?!
Oh, Ok, yeah I know I'm trippin'
Maybe it's me setting too high a standard
but keep it real sister, you left here together and return
with your draws on backward
I'm cool, I got it
no more emotional pulling and tuggage
I'm just gonna walk over to the kitchen and grab your hefty
bag luggage
GET YO SHIT!
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