There are two sides to every story    See I don't know why your cryin like a bitch  Talkin shit like a snitch  You had to write a song bout me   If you really didn't care you wouldn't want to share  Tellin everybody just how you feel    Fuck what I did, it was your fault somehow  Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out  Fuck all the cryin, it didn't mean jack  Well guess what yo, fuck you right back    Fuck what I did, it was your fault somehow  Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out  Fuck all the cryin' it didn't mean jack  Well guess what yo, fuck you right back    See you thought you could really make me moan  I had better sex all alone  I had to to fool your friends  Now you want me to come back  You must be smokin crack  I'm going elsewhere and that's a fact    Fuck all the nights, I moaned real loud   Fuck it I faked it, I'll rid you out  Fuck all the nightsyou thought you broke my back  Well guess what yo, your sex was whack    Fuck all the nights, I moaned real loud   Fuck it I faked it, I'll rid you out  Fuck all the nights you thought you broke my back  Well guess what yo, your sex was whack    You question did I care  Maybe I would have  If you wouldv'e gone away  But now it's over  But I do admit I'm glad  I didn't catch your crabs  I can't swear back  'cause I got to go    Fuck what I did, it was your fault somehow  Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out  Fuck the cryin, it didn't mean jack  Well guess what yo, fuck you right back    You made me do this