Bittersweet, Kanye West (Def Poetry Jam, 2005)
Bittersweeeeeet,
You’re gonna be the death of me I don’t want you, but I need you,
I love you and hate you at the very same time
See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad
Never did this before, that’s what the virgin says
We’ve been generally warned, that’s what the surgeon says
God talk to me now this is an emergency
And she claim she only with me for the currency,
You cut me deep bitch cut me like surgery
And i was too proud to admit that it was hurting me
I’d never do that to you, at least purposely
We breaking up again
We making up again
But we don’t love no more
I guess we fucking then
Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her?
And you mixed them emotions with Tequila?
And you mix that with a little bad advice
On one of them bad nights y’all have a bad fight
And you talkin about her family her aunts and shit
And she say motherfucker your mama’s a bitch
You know domestic drama and shit
All the attitude
I’ll never hit a girl but I’ll shake the shit out of you
But I’ma be the bigger man
Big pimpin’ like Jigga man.
Oh, I guess I figure it’s
Bittersweeeeet,
You’re gonna be the death of me
I don’t want you, but I need you,
I love you and hate you at the very same time
See what I want so much, should never hurt this bad
Never did this before, that’s what the virgin says
We’ve been generally warned, that’s what the surgeon says
God talk to me now, this is an emergency
And my n-ggas said I shouldn’t let it worry me
I need to focus on the girls we getting currently
But I been thinking and it got me back to sinking and this relationship it even got me back to drinkin and this Hennessy
Is gonna be the death of me
And I always thought that you havin my child was our destiny
But I cant even vibe with you sexually
Cuz everytime that I try you will question me
Saying you fucking them girls disrespecting me?
You don’t see how your lies is affecting me
You don’t see how life was suppose to be
And I never let a n-gga get that close to me
And you ain’t cracked up to what you was suppose to be
You always gone you always be were them hoes will be
And this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me
I fucked up and I know it G
I guess it’s bittersweet poetry…
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