Sexy Bartender pt 2 (Jay & Her) - IDK

You gotta' meet halfway sometimes

I’m ain’t putting all my effort into digging up a dim-

If it ain’t got a -mond at the end or it’s just a cubic zirconia

Trying to pretend, listen

Now I done spent so many thousands on your ass

Just for you to turn your back on me and laugh

I knew I should’ve never took your math

I shoulda' just focused in class in them long ass two hour labs!

You gotta' give me what I want

So I can give you what you need

The typa' shit I gotta love

The typa' shit that’s made of dreams

I like my hits the way I like my love

And drugs, craving it fiends

I need to come for your heart

If you want a taste of me

I don’t come easy, normally can’t stand by

If you can do me like you’ve never done before

I’ll hold you down

If you want me to be yours

You gotta' take one for the team

I’ll be loyal to you

If you say you’ll keep me next to green

Don’t make a scene

What the fuck do you mean?

If I can’t have you then I’d rather watch you fuckin' bleed

I’ll try my best to drag your heavy body up a tree

Have you hangin' by your neck for all the rappers to see

I’m trying my best to keep calm

But I put you before myself, my mom, and God

How dare you try to make me a mockery

A commodity, a pack of ketchup sitting in a drawer

'Cause it’s not in need

My apologies if you scared of me

I love you, but why the fuck are you not loving me!

Let’s take it back to Marshall Mathers

When I slit your fucking throat screaming

Bleed bitch, bleed!

Bleed!

And as I watch the blood pour from her neck

I use that same dagger on me