Remedy Cure+ - Excuses (feat. Rhymez TP) Lyrics

All your excuses don't mean nothing to me now
You playing games I'm done with seeing you around
You hit my line you know it's curtains for us now
Lifted you up from all the traumas that I found
All your excuses don't mean nothing to me now
You playing games I'm done with seeing you around
You hit my line you know it's curtains for us now
Lifted you up from all the traumas that I found
Double crossed me like supposed to be my homie right
We said we brothers we was blooded till you crossed line
You like an insect tried to wiggle in and swipe my life
It's wrong for you to lie our bond committing suicide
Cyanide, mentally corrupt my mind
It's clear to see that she's the reason that you stuck behind
So, keep your distance you can't feed off my existence
Parting ways like Moses staff placed up in the rivers
Keep me out your mouth it's time for you to spit it out
No more mentions cause to me you're just a silly clown
Joker, she will never be your Harley Quinn
Moving like some Smeagol you do anything to get the ring
Your intentions never pure, just a hidden sword
Stab me in my back you know you had hidden cause!
I repent your flaws and show you how you did me wrong
There ain't nothing in this world that could save our bond
All your excuses don't mean nothing to me now
You playing games I'm done with seeing you around
You hit my line you know it's curtains for us now
Lifted you up from all the traumas that I found
All your excuses don't mean nothing to me now
You playing games I'm done with seeing you around
You hit my line you know it's curtains for us now
Lifted you up from all the traumas that I found
I used to slide for this brudda, went on glides with this brudda
I'd ride for this brudda on my life
I would a done time for this brudda
He snake me for a girl and it weren't even his mother
Gave him bread without the butter, that's notes without a lover
He got rushed in the gutter so I, rid with a cutter
I came with a Flacka in the fields like Wocka
It was wintertime I made the winter get hotter, for this brudda
I swear I would of died for this brudda
It's mad how he was telling lies to his brudda
I got bitches saying he must die like John Tucker
That is so cold you ran to the Popo, Oh no
Got my realist bro's on one hand
If I call you friend just know we ain't cool like that
You see him sad, cause you know that I did him bad
I made him hold more l's than the word parallelogram
All your excuses don't mean nothing to me now
You playing games I'm done with seeing you around
You hit my line you know it's curtains for us now
Lifted you up from all the traumas that I found
All your excuses don't mean nothing to me now
You playing games I'm done with seeing you around
You hit my line you know it's curtains for us now
Lifted you up from all the traumas that I found
Oi Rems how he capping to his brudda
I don't know Rhymez throw him to the gutter
All them lies I can hear it through his stutter
Playing games this ain't squid no tugga
It was tied there weren't no sign like Dolla
Harmonies, really had you singing like the opera
Snaked me cause he wanted neck like collar
Know you're on your Jayz you can wear it like Roca