Rebuke

Giving up, I refuse

That's the type of feeling I rebuke

My bitch like your lips brand new

And it's only 'cause we couldn't get through it

And there's fuck shit goin' on

I'm sick, no, I'm not

Can't eat, Ramadan

Kiss that, better than

Anybody that you'd ever meet

I'm the type that you remember when you go to sleep

The court Kourt needs Scott Disick divorcee

My ordeals might owe fees

Partways like McCartney (True)

Match made in heaven like Ja Rule, Ashanti

But for us, it's rough

I'm writing like this 'cause I want peace

Excuses somethin' like "I need to find myself"

Just admit that this ain't workin'

No respect was dealt

Can't even lie, it hurt me to see you with someone else (True)

But I know movin' on is better than to sit and dwell

Giving up, I refuse

That's the type of feeling I rebuke

My bitch like your lips brand new

And it's only 'cause we couldn't get through it

And there's fuck shit goin' on

I'm sick, no, I'm not

Can't eat, Ramadan

Kiss that, better than

Anybody that you'd ever meet

I'm the type that you remember when you go to sleep