Hypocrite - J.R. Bowen

I just wanna get away 'Cause I'm so done with playing games When I run you always call my name (yeah) Oh don't you ever feel ashamed It's so bittersweet Oh boy be honest You only liked me in your sheets Makes me vomit Oh boy you're such a hypocrite Twenty-eight but still a kid So don't pretend that you're the shit 'Cause you can't even handle this Not my fault you can't commit Such a hypocrite I'm so done with all your drama If you feel hurt - go call your mama 'Cause I'm not cleaning up your mess, no Did you expect this to be gentle? It's so bittersweet Oh boy be honest That I fell for your deceit Makes me vomit Oh boy you're such a hypocrite Twenty-eight but still a kid So don't pretend that you're the shit 'Cause you can't even handle this Not my fault you can't commit Such a hypocrite You - are waving with your red flags You - talk about your feelings, like they're facts You - you only care about you You - such a pretty face, with an ugly truth Oh boy you're such a hypocrite (you're such a) Twenty-eight but still a kid So don't pretend that you're the shit 'Cause you can't even handle this Not my fault you can't commit Such a hypocrite

Au début, j'ai cru qu'nous étions des amis Que notre histoire durerait pour la vie Qu'ensemble, on sortirait nos mamans d'la sère-mi J't'ai considéré comme un membre d'ma famille J'me suis confié à toi, entièrement sans soucis Sans savoir qu't'étais plus dangereux qu'mes ennemis Tu marchais avec nous pour le profit J'ai mis du temps à découvrir ton vrai profil J'roule avec Davidson, ma famille, Isma Boss et Chich Dieu merci, maintenant seuls les gens qui m'aiment vraiment me suivent Je n'veux plus te voir Hors de ma vue, sors de ma vie Hypocrite, hypocrite Hypocrite, hypocrite Hors de ma vue, sors de ma vie Hypocrite, hypocrite Hypocrite, hors de ma vue, sors de ma vie On pardonne qu'aux enfants leur ingratitude Sans cette personne que serais-tu devenu? D'ailleurs qu'est-c'tu deviens? De toi, on s'rappelle plus T'ouvres toujours ta bouche là où tu poses ton cul En crachant sur moi juste pour faire bonne figure Car on sait que pour toi la vérité est dure J'ai rien à m'reprocher, j'ai le cœur pur Dans cette histoire, j'ai endossé le rôle d'l'ordure Des bouffons m'insultent mais dis-moi de quoi tu m'accuses Je n'veux plus te voir même si tu t'excuses et qu'tu m'suces Je n'veux plus te voir Hors de ma vue, sors de ma vie Hypocrite, hypocrite Hypocrite, hypocrite Hors de ma vue, sors de ma vie Hypocrite, hypocrite Hypocrite, hors de ma vue, sors de ma vie Sur moi, tu n'peux rien dire, tu n'peux que mentir La distance se creuse, tu n'peux que haïr J'fais le tour de la ville et je me demande Où cette histoire allait nous conduire? Hors de ma vue, j'ai un avenir à construire Personne m'empêchera de bâtir mon empire J'te laisse faire le pitre derrière le pupitre Quand j'sors d'la boutique tu ne lèches que la vitre J'suis dans un club de striptease Les boules d'ces bitches m'hypnotisent Vêtu de noir comme Travolta dans Grease Je glisse sur la piste comme des pneus qui crissent J'ai toujours agit comme un vrai négro Car un vrai négro doit en faire deux fois plus Courir plus vite, sauter deux fois plus haut Sauf exception j'laisse pas ma place dans l'bus J'me roule un pet', j'fais le tour d'la planète Je bosse pour qu'petit frère cesse de traîner dans tiek T'es sûrement absent, y'a qu'le son dans ta tête Pour ça qu'j'suis allé voir ailleurs" m'a dit mon ex

What? Yea, yo flaws and fallacies of life Material items and shit beware motherfuckers Word up, don't let it getcha you know? This shit ain't nothing, one time check him out Yo, you live the life of a hustle, not sympathetic to a user Making cats fast, taking trips to Bermuda Elegant women, all lovely and feminine Houses with arches and big pools for swimming in Big transactions swiping all the action Driving a Benz and Lex, you be like maxing Jewels be on truck shit, rims with fat clusters Diamonds on your teeth, shining shimmers and lustrous And God's hanging sideways, holding your head high Cruising through a block, so you past a dreads Now the dreads are looking hard at your face Mr. Fly Guy Unaware tonight their gonna do a fucking drive by Go home watch a sci-fi flick with a chick Till 10pm, now it's time for you to dip Go round up a few men hold a classified Info inside, hand picked these niggas You confided in the shipment To pick up quick, click off Clyde's Seven numbers for you if their gonna demise A scheme of betrayal Guess in your valley you was higher then self Work, short from another fly guy By George I think he's got it Chicks, goons and lump sums Tickering 5-0 wild to be like dumb dums One of the few never having a heart Issue was smart some ass with it Came to cash, don't give a shit Attitude more money and more money Dog days bright and more sunny Four in the morning drinking Seneca apple juice in the rent a car Neighborhood star, got riddled and scarred A lose cannon or cannons Over famish foe, became shadow Or did death and did damage Now, I knew this kid true to life Word life, he preached righteousness and shit And turned to be a? Hypocrite?

You said I need you bad (ooh-oh) What if this time I decided (ooh) That I wasn't coming back (ooh-oh) 'Cause this time I decided (ooh) That my mental isn't yours I'm not into you anymore (ooh) I just gotta get my bags I ain't tryna make this sad I wish you the best (ooh, baby, please) Tired of going back and forth (ooh) We're going round and round Just like a donut (I just really wanna make this work) I'm glad I ended that (ooh-oh) It was time I decided (ooh) That I needed me back (ooh-oh) So I'm glad I decided (ooh) That my mental wasn't yours I'm not into you anymore (baby, please) I just gotta get my bags (my bags) I ain't tryna make this sad (this sad) I wish you the best (ooh, I just miss you) Tired of going back and forth (ooh, please baby) We're going round and round Just like a donut (ooh, please talk to the Duchess) Tired of going back and forth (ooh, baby please just hear me out for a sec') We're going round and round Just like a donut (ooh) Can't you see my heart can't forget (I really, I need to explain to you how I'm feeling) Can't you tell I can't forget what you said to me (and you know I love you) I hope you understand I can't forget (you know I love you so much) I hope you understand I can't forget

Whatever happened to a feelin' bad song Lost the best damn woman that you ever had song It's all four-wheel drive and jacked up tires Rollin' out of them speakers But for a trip down memory lane tonight I need somethin' a little deeper Than S10 Chevy's or F150's Flatbed Dodge Ram, dirt road ditties Headlights, taillights, Daddy's Eldorado Dashboards ditches or silver Silverados Down by the lake or down by the river Mud bank, no thanks I'm just gonna sit here and miss her So mister here's my 20 bucks Don't play no songs about trucks Most nights I don't really mind 'em With the windows down, hell, I might even rewind 'em But since my heart got broke I don't wanna drive around Just wanna let this heartache soak Up a sadder sound Than S10 Chevy's or F150's Flatbed Dodge Ram, dirt road ditties Headlights, taillights, Daddy's Eldorado Dashboards ditches or silver Silverados Down by the lake or down by the river Mud bank, no thanks I'm just gonna sit here and miss her So mister here's my 20 bucks Don't play no songs about trucks Or trailers or tailgates or tractors I'm gettin' drunk, but not in a pasture This bar stool is right where I'll stay stuck Yeah, have another beer But I don't wanna hear No songs about trucks No, no, no No more songs about trucks No, no, no, no, no