A Fools Tale (Running Back) [feat. Ashanti]

You hurt me

You got me

Acting like I'm not me

I dig that

I'm big mad

The big bag

Versace

Oh

If you ain't love me like that you wouldn't keep running back

Oh

It's so hard to hold back when you keep coming back, yeah

And when I need her back, I just put it on replay

Fly her to Miami in the city where the Heat play

Hotter in the sheets, finna cut her like a DJ

Fifteen bottles like a king say

She don't pay attention to that him say and she say

Said it two times then I jinxed it

Saw right through me had a cup full of lies as I drinked it

Only gonna get it when she want it

New Givenchy, Birkin bag, girl, I was goin' in

Now you got some, baby, flaunt it

Wishin' I kept it honest

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody

But you won't stop from

You won't stop from

You won't stop from running back

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody

But you won't stop from

You won't stop from

You won't stop from running back

Running back to me

(When I get the strength to leave)

(You can learn to appreciate)

Running back to me

(Then it all remains same)

You're running back to me

(You ain't never gonna change, never gonna change)

You got me

I got you

You acting out like you not you

The rumors, are not true

You're giving away everything I got you

Oh

Birkin bags and them tags won't get me back

I gave a fuck you blow fifty stacks

You mad as fuck when I spit these facts

'Cause you can spend it ten ways

Never cared about your money

Regardless of what my friends say

'Cause there is nothing that they can say

Tory if you really want it

You come Wednesday to Wednesday

Boss bitch whip, I pull up, cause a frenzy

No scratch on it, no spud, no MacKenzie

For all of my ladies

Sing this song if you can't do wrong

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody

But you won't stop from

You won't stop from

You won't stop from running back

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody

But you won't stop from

You won't stop from

You won't stop from running back

Running back to me

(When I get the strength to leave)

Running back

(You always tell me that you need me)

Running back to me

(And I'm weak 'cause I believe you)

She running back to me

(You ain't never gonna change)

Running back to me

(So I stop to think that maybe)

Running back

(You can learn to appreciate)

Running back to me

(But it all remains the same that)

She running back to me

(You ain't never gonna change, never gonna change)

Draft you to the team like Kobe in '96

Blue and orange drops like Ewing and signed to the Knicks

You're finer than you think, get you assigned to the dick

Have you running back and forth like suicides in this bitch

Do or dies in this bitch like shoot from line in the bitch

I stunt so hard I stuff credit cards in Goyards

Your face, no flaws

No case, no charge

Pulled up in BM's, we spending daily per diems

From AM to the PM

You would hop inside my bed, get it wetter than, what's that line?

Uh, spray 'em when you see 'em

That's why I'm payin' no attention to chicks when I'm playin in my DM

I know

Drop out Rovers, pop out sofas

Sweat me when I wasn't eatin'

We would pop out Stouffer's

And see, that's why I'm still fucking with you

Head down, ten toes, still thugging with you

Word

Taking long flights out to DR

I'm still in close, back to Caicos

Trips for the chick that swing them hips like Miss Fuego

For questions like, "How'd you day go?"

I spent it, extended it, spend another week a day ago just to watch the day go

As far as bankroll bank go

I could speak for it with the trips like sprain on ankle

And keep mami on every one of them

Shit, I'm stuntin' them

**** talking crazy to bae, I'll put a gun in them

Superhero shit, pop up, dun-dun-dun at 'em

Was with me back when I was broke and so I run it up

Anything for you

I swerve in the lane for you

Hop in the drop top

Still work in the rain for you

Nurture this pain for you

'Cause even days that it ain't working I'm still lurking and hurting in pain for you

See the art was I was shooting from the heart

But what's shooting from the heart when the worthless aim for you

Yeah