Rebuke

Giving up, I refuse That's the type of feeling I rebuke My bitch like your lips brand new And it's only 'cause we couldn't get through it And there's fuck shit goin' on I'm sick, no, I'm not Can't eat, Ramadan Kiss that, better than Anybody that you'd ever meet I'm the type that you remember when you go to sleep The Kourt Kourtneys got Disick divorcee (shee) My ordeals might owe fees, part ways like McCartney (true) Match made in heaven like Ja Rule, Ashanti But for us, it's rough, I'm writing like this 'cause I want peace (shh) Excuses soundin' like, "I need to find myself" (huh) Just admit that this ain't workin', no respect was dealt (huh) Can't even lie, it hurt me to see you with someone else (true) But I know movin' on is better than to sit and dwell (shee) Giving up, I refuse That's the type of feeling I rebuke My bitch like your lips, brand new And it's only 'cause we couldn't get through it And there's fuck shit goin' on I'm sick, no, I'm not Can't eat, Ramadan Kiss that, better than Anybody that you'd ever meet I'm the type that you remember when you go to sleep (mm-hmm)