Verse 1 (Bambu):
And afterwards I'm ashamed,
house in disarray
Afraid that if I look you in the face, I might get away
I figure this is how I'm raised. My dad did it the same
And over time, you'd be like Mom and just figure this is the way
I mean B.I.G. did it, Eazy did it, Dre did it, Pun did it
When dad did it, He just gave Ma kisses, hugs and he
done with it!
Fuck it, this the hood way! I don't know why you should stay
Fuck you, leave, throw your shit in the street, come back on Tuesday
And flip the whole house out, Screamin, "Just shut your mouth up."
Me and you ain't speaking the same dialect, We're so down up!
Up down, we cool now. One word, we start throwing down
I know we sound like animals to the people in the next house
I can count on one hand the times it ain't gonna get out the hand
But every other time, you end up crying
And damn, if I ain't
know it Homes, I think I'm looking directly at my Pop
And on everything. I can't figure out how to... Stop
Chorus (Adele):
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead
Verse 2 (Bambu):
And afterwards I'm confused, like homie, this ain't you
Breakin shit that costs me money and the point is never proved
Then the furniture gets moved and all my homies rolling through
Like
, "Come on, Homes. Let's go be
fore the police come."
Fuck you man! Mind your business, brother, dip. This bitch is tripping!
Now I'm slipping, and these brothers will take a bullet for me in a minute, and I don't listen
I'm so caught up in a moment, I'm so heated
I'm repeating shit I seen when I was young and promise Mom I'd never be it.
There ain't no reason just a feeling. We're dancing along a beating
Til one of us end up dead. I mean, either way, someone leaving
Or someone end up in prison. This ain't living, this is sick
This is exactly what my son will end up doing to his women
And I, never thought I'll be the same
Just forget the day you ever saw my face and learned my name
And as we laying, bruises bleeding through our kisses
No position we can get and got enough feeling of fix it!
So we ended like
(It isn't over)
Chorus (Adele):
Something was written by Bambu.
Something was produced by DJ Phatrick.