S.O.L.

{Hook]
Ahh Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ah huh

[Verse 1: Rob Riley]
There I go breakin' her heart again
But she's to over protective like an awning
Emotions the only thing bruised through the arguing
She's ornery at me 'cause I don't sweat her like cardigans
(Ummm)
We break up, we hate love then it's off again
We wake up, we make up and it's on again
Like a light switch, she even said I've got the right bitch
Well how come it don't feel too right then?
We day and night then but some clouds are grey
And if I ain't seeing clearly, I won't have it any other way
She said I ain't no king, I can't have it my way
She ain't say that when I ate the burger, now how that taste?
She hate it when I talk to women on IG
I say I'm just posting up showing love, no kissy face
It ain't easy but theres a wrong and a right way
And my turns coming, already got the right away

[Verse 2: Rob Riley]
Typing my life away, striving toward a brighter day
Or a mind-o-ray to get my whole mind erased
She's been on it often and now I want her off it
I want it all to go away like toilet water

But it never really does, does it?
And she never really is, is she?
Tired of fussing over what we had and what we wasn't
This whole feeling I'm feeling got me feeling dizzy
Steady spinning out of control into a tizzy
But first class flights, trips all expense paid
Or having my main squeeze in a lemon, my flavor lemonade
Been in love before but never been afraid
It's been a long time coming and nothings minute made
She talking when you gone return the favor (Hmmm)
My vision foggy, my crystal ball says go on and ask me later
Patience is wearing thin, I'm glad I'm not a waiter
Seems like it to her every need I often cater
Yeah

{Hook]
Ahh Ahhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ah huh

[Verse 3: Rob Riley]
She has her days though, I find it hard to hater
She's hot then she's cold like a refrigerator
Theres no doubt in my mind that I'm the one who made her
Though my name don't appear on that piece of paper
I'm the Joe that told her "Go on see ya later"
She kept throwing it up in my face, like a hot potato
My soul searching turned out to be an Easter egg hunt
And I've come under heat that could beat Jamaica's
Now meet your maker (uhhhhh)
You've got some 'splainin' to do
You put a spell on me, we'll I put a hit out on you
As plain as voodoo, that stain like boo boo
I'm a do me, so I suggest you do you
Maybe you too can be successful as Bono
Or kiss ass and hopefully not pass on the mono
I know sooner or later that my time'll come
So bye bye bye, that's later for hun
(hmmmmmm)