Headache

She told me "I'm better off without you,"

And I told her, "It's just another front."

Slipped into the back with all of my boys

Now I've got me a headache.

It might be another Saturday night

With the same old drunks and the same old fights

The same motherfuckers sneaking off to do a line

Cause you know they want it.

You might not see my ass hanging around

Sometimes this played out scene starts getting me down

When there's no place to go you've got to figure it out

Time to beg, steal, or borrow.

It's not a time to be thinking about her

Or how goddamn shitty those situations were

Let the bitch sit there and toss and turn

When you're gone tomorrow.

She told me "I'm better off without you,"

And I told her, "It's just another front."

Slipped into the back with all of my boys

Now I've got me a headache.

She told me "I'm better off without you,"

And I told her she's just a fucking cunt

Slipped into the back with all of my boys

Now I've got me a headache.

I might run with a dangerous crowd

And some people I know are probably holding me down

And your stupid girlfriends wish I wasn't around

But you know they want it.

The same movie keeps happening to me

And I've had more stress than I care to see

I'm not feeling you and you can stand me

Time to get on with it.

She told me "I'm better off without you,"

And I told her, "It's just another front."

Slipped into the back with all of my boys

Now I've got me a headache.

She told me "I'm better off without you,"

And I told her she's just a fucking cunt

Slipped into the back with all of my boys

Now I've got me a headache.

I'm tired of the games, feeling strange and acting funny,

Wanting something from me, trying to play me like a dummy

But you'll never get the best of me you'll always be mine,

No matter who you're with girl that ass will always be mine.

So stay in line baby girl turn around and show me that,

Ever since I hit that cat that ass been getting fat

Now your new man wishes that you never knew my name,

Around your friends playing games, fronting and sounding lame

Well I've seen about enough of this

And this song keeps me from clinching my fist

And I don't need some sorry chick around

To pull me down and down and down again.

She told me "I'm better off without you,"

And I told her, "It's just another front."

Slipped into the back with all of my boys

Now I've got me a headache.