V1   I don’t think yall understand   What m going thru the stress is killin me   My better halfs back home fuckin round   Least that’s what they telling me      She always in the clubs now   And she aint used to party   And she always wit a new nigga   Say she fuckin em probably      While im over here dodging bullets   Throwin em back at haji   She got her ass up in something tight   Trying to get fucked properly      They seen her last night   Hugged up in the movies   Wit some nigga   Obviously scheming trying to sleep wit my pussy      Try not to sweat it though this blood   Runs hot thru me   This is fire yall fuckin wit now   Please speak truthfully      Plus im hearing she don’t be home   Not half as much as she used to   Got me callin home naw   She aint pickin up like she used to      And I’ve heard all the stories   Bout how we deploy and they do us   And now my money spends   A lil bit faster than what it used to… I don’t know      Chorus   The whole time im gon   She was running round   I thought we were in love   I know what love is now      She’s telling me one thing   Doin another   Now everyday it seems   Harder to trust her      I don’t know   The fuck is really happening      I don’t know   If im over reacting      I don’t know   If she’s home bein faithful   While im gone…      V2   When we talk now its always something   Startin an argument   Specially when I ask her   Why she’s never home and all the money she spent      She say she got needs   Sometimes she need to be with her friends   But then I tell her what they tell me   Now she defensive as shit      Her whole story starts changing   How the fuck can I trust this bitch   When she tell me something one week   The next week she forgets      Nothing but more lies and excuses   Everytime she move her lips   2 in the morning cell phone   ringing in the background loud as shit      im trying to, keep my cool   cant afford to lose focus   cause here that shit el get me killed   even if just for a moment      so I let a lot of shit slide   even shit im not supposed to   but it gets harder to cope wit   not knowin if this is really happening      I’ve seen this movie played before   So I know what happens   She run them streets im trying to   Stay alive in Baghdad…      fuck her   Yeah I love her but trust is a mother fucker   And she make it harder to believe her   Everytime I talk to her      Chorus      V3   Get it together sweetheart   I can tell that you lying   Cause we aint talking like we used to   Plus its getting harder to find you      I know its issues   War is not easy but you create more problems   Still act like nothins happening   I just want you to be honest      If it aint no other mofucker   Than tell me who the fuck is this guy then   I hear you always with   That just a friend shit I aint buyin      Though you sell it like the truth   No not now don’t start crying   Cause I know that wont your girl   Last week you was outta town with      Look its too easy to tell the truth   Instead you denied it   Even worse I know you full a shit   And you still trying to hide it      Don’t worry the paperworks in progress   We can put this behind us   But now you wanna come clean   Say you don’t know where your mind went      You got lonely when I left   Needed someone to spend your time with   And you only slept wit em once   Sorry, that’s too many times bitch      The fuck I look like   Holdin on when you let go   And fuck I look like takin you back   I don’t keep trash in my home      Chorus