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Hopsin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Hopson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hopsin
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Are you guys letting me go now?
Yeah, I'm afraid not ya fuckin' dog of a cunt
Let's go dickhead
Officer you said I was only going to be here for thirty minutes
It's been five hours, man, what's
Yeah shut your fuckin' mouth ya fuckwit, 'fore fuckin' I bash ya
What the fuck are you talking?
Go inside ya fuckin' wombat
Man this is stupid
Go on sit down
Now your misses claims you assaulted her
Bloody oaf mate, why'd you fuckin' beat her?
Man I didn't fuckin' beat her
Listen, I'm telling you
[Verse 2]
I got her the engagement ring that she liked
Booked a new flight to come to Sydney, just to come to see her
Stat a new life, man she's twenty weeks pregnant
And I was tryin' to do right, for us
A family, the kid, but maybe I was too nice
My homie text me a picture and I just burst into anger
It was my girl, in a bed, with her personal trianer
I text my homie like, yo
Where you find this?
He said, snapchat, bro, it's all on my timeline, shit
[Verse 3]
Swear it struck a fuckin' nerve in my chest
I looked at my girl and said get a paternity test
She said no
Don't you get all worked and upset
I only slept in his bed right after work just to rest
I said what?
You expect me to believe that?
Hah, alright yeah, I'll relax
Guess it doesn't seem bad
My girlfriends with a buff **** gettin' teabagged
Officer, correct me if I'm wrong but she needed her head detached
[Verse 4]
I said, bitch, I can't believe this shit
Does he know you're pregnant?
Is that his kid?
Look how big my headache is
This whole time not havin' sex and shit
What type of **** would fuck a pregnant chick?
I said lets get this paternity test
I'm not kidding, bitch
She said no I'm not getting it
Officer, I ain't seen her in months
I couldn't trust a lying whore
Plus she told me she slept with this guy before
[Verse 5]
And then I said, you know what, forget it
It's all good, nevermind
Shit was making my blood pressure high
I love her unconditionally you know?
I can't pretend I ain't never lie
For the moment I guess I'll let her slide
She said if you don't want take care of this kid
Marcus, then say so
I said, wait, no
It's mine too
I can't go
How you gon' support this kid without me?
You don't make dough
She said, ha, ha, ha, I make loads
[Verse 6]
She has six grand cash
I said but you was broke a week ago
How you makin' chinch that fast?
She said I bartend, I made it all in tips, ha, ha
I said girl you must take me as a big jackass
I'm like please, we both know money is hard to come by
Her bullshit might fly over the heads of some guys
Officer, she's always tellin' dumb lies
I've known her for six years
And she hasn't lifted a finger one time
[Verse 7]
I said where did you get the cash from?
She said I bartend, duh, from tips, I'ma waitress
I said, where did you get the cash from?
She started stuttering like, um, Marcus, wait just
I said where did you get the cash from?
She said, okay, okay I'll tell you just promise me you won't get mad
I'm like baby, where'd you get the cash from?
She said I work at a strip club
It's how I made the six grand
[Verse 8]
I said whoa
No
No
I fell down in tears
My heart broke
I turned cold
I ain't want the girl that I'm in with doin' ho shit
If she needed cash I would've loaned it and she knows it
They won't let me get a refund on this twenty thousand dollar ring
Fuck my head, it hurts, I need some Ibuprofen
[Verse 9]
Yeah Mr. Hopsin you need a minute?
Um, may I have some water please?
Ah, no worries at all
I don't mean to cry and get emotonal
But all this just bothers me
Yeah, it's alright, you're good
Yeah, here you go mate
Thanks
[Verse 10]
I wasn't me no more
I looked her in the eyes and straight told her
What'd you say to her?
I need yo to tell me where the strip club's at
All this family we about to have, is over
I said tell me where it's at
She said no
I said you 'bout to make me mad
She said, so?
I said bitch you better panic and run
The damage is done
You doin' this four months away from havin' my son
Oh
[Verse 11]
I told her I would always have her back
I forgave her after all the careless acts
I had one question
And she couldn't share the facts
The strip club, how come she couldn't tell me where it's at?
Who the fuck she fuckin' in there?
Who's dick she suckin' in there?
Shakin' her fuckin' butt in the air
It's like we argued for a thousand fuckin' hours
I'm annoyed and I was at the point
Where something was about to get destroyed
[Verse 12]
I grabbed her purse, threw that shit across the room
I fuckin' launched it too
It was filled with makeup kits, and all of her jewels
I blacked out, she said what the fuck is wrong with you?
She got up out the bed to get it, I pushed her ass back in it
Said we still talkin', bitch
You and I ain't finished
Now, the strip club, where is it?
Bitch, where the fuck is it?
[Verse 13]
I said you know what, fuck it
I'll have some fun, in the process of all this drama, I lost my mind
I felt lost and blind
The gym trainer, the strip club
The ring, the baby
She really crossed the line
And then I finally came down and all the madness was finished
Then she invited me to dinner
With her family in Penworth
I said I ain't going with you
You can leave now
I need to stay in this hotel room, and figure some things out
[Verse 14]
Officer, I know you ain't gon' sympathize
I don't approve of any man putting hands on his girlfriend
Or wife, especially when she's pregnant with his kid inside
I honestly feel like I wasn't in the wrong
But still I wasn't in the right
Ask her, she ain't got no bruises on her
I'm human, there's only so much that a dude can conquer
She knew that her actions reflected true dishonor and tried to cover it
Sayin' I'm an abusive monster, that's bullshit
And that fast, poof
All of the wrongs are in the past
Cool
She's just the innocent white girl
And I'm the black guy who always gets mad
True
I know y'all 'bout to make it hard for me to get back in Australia
Man this shit is fuckin' sad, dude
I still don't know if this baby is mine or not
So when he's born who's gon' be the fuckin' dad?
You?
Written by: Marcus Hopson