Pep Love - It's Partly Me lyrics

[Hook: A-Plus] I know it's partly me, and I'm starting to see This relationship is getting a little hard for me So pardon me, it's just that part of me But I'm feeling that it's best if you depart from me Stop calling me, she keeps calling me But it's partly me, and I'm starting to see This relationship is getting a little hard for me So pardon me, it's just that part of me But I'm feeling that it's best if you depart from me [Verse 1: Opio] Man she said she's suicidal, cut an artery Every time she write me letters long as War and Peace And she's starting to sleep and she swore she's a freak Cause she couldn't hold a candle to my Georgia peach We just park in the Jeep, sparkling with glee Remarkably we hop in the sheets Kama Sutra when I start to swoon her Our maneuvers start at Z and end at A It's hard on me to bend that way How about we get your girlfriends that play I could rock 'em to sleep, not make a peep Drop 'em way deep 'til they start to scream Stay on my team [Verse 2: A-Plus] Remember when we layed under the stars and freaked? Baby all them pockets mumbled were just the bomb to me When we used to pick up chicks and it was all for me Ménages got played, so we started to three Then your friends got in our business and they always weak Fear it obviously, I mean arguably If I'm sounding like an a** then I'm sorry to be Hold on listen for a second before you start it with me Girls we used to go together like cars and grease Or starch and a piece, now we hardly speak [Hook] [Verse 3: Pep Love] Baby why you behaving so retardedly You come and blowing up my spot with no regard for me It kind of make me want to do your body harmfully But my mommy raised me up to be a charming G Intlemen, when we're intimate my heart skips beats Oh yeah, that's the beauty but the other part's the beats Quite psychopathic, harlot heartbeat Shrieking banshee, what's the names you call me? Is that very part of you too scarred to see? Let this bullish cushion your fall from me [Verse 4: Casual] Man k**er it's over, skriller in the manila folder Still a soldier cop the lift from Villanova She smiled at a wild cat, couldn't understand I gave her my card in the parked car like she hand it out Relax, run your hand through this mans from Cranston and take a chance I converversated out with a glance How about that long stare, licky lips Does he on that same sh** as Barry Bonds and 50 Cent I carry on, I'm an artist getting smart as me She said focus on the business of your artistry [Hook]