Letra de Ex Factor / Nice For What
It could all be so simple But you'd rather make it hard Loving is you is like a battle And we both end up with scars Tell me who I have to be To get some reciprocity 'Cause no one loves you more than me No one ever willNo matter how I think grow You always seem to let me know It ain't working (It ain't working) It ain't working (It ain't working) And when I try to walk away You hide yourself to make me stay This is crazy (This is crazy) This is crazy (This is crazy)I keep letting you back in How can I explain myself As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else You let go and I'll let go too 'Cause no one's hurt me more than you And no one ever willNo matter how I think grow You always seem to let me know It ain't working (It ain't working) It ain't working (It ain't working) And when I try to walk away You hide yourself to make me stay This is crazy (This is crazy) This is crazy (This is crazy)Care for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me Why won't you live for me?Care for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me Give to meEverybody get your mothafuckin' roll on I know shorty and she doesn't want no slow song Had a man last year, life goes on Haven't let that thing loose, girl, in so long You've been inside, know you like to lay low I've been peeping what you bringing to the table Working hard, girl, everything paid for First, last phone bill, car note, cable With your phone out, gotta hit them angles With your phone out, snapping like you Fabo And you showing off but it's alright And you showing off but it's alright It's a short life, yeahCare for me, care for me I know you care for me There for me, there for me Said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me You said you'd die for me Give to meThat's a real one in your reflection Without a follow, without a mention You really piping up on these niggas You gotta, be nice for what, to these niggas? I understandYou got a hunnid bands You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends High school pics, you was even bad then You ain't stressing off no lover in the past tense You already had them Work at 8 A.M., finish 'round five Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside Yeah, they don't really be the same offline You know dark days, you know hard times Doing overtime for the last month Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump Gotta hit the club like you hit them mothafuckin' angles With your phone out, snapping like you Fabo And you showing off but it's alright And you showing off but it's alright It's a short lifeWhere were you when I needed you? Where were you when I needed you? Where were you when I needed you? Where were you when I needed you?