How's It Gonna Go

Grieves

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    How's it gonna go?
    Tell me what your thinkin'
    I can't get a read on you
    Anymore.
    I'm sick of waiting by the phone
    Hoping it starts ringing.
    I played the fool like this before.
    But no more. 4x

    I never thought that I'd be tangled in the ropes
    Til the woman in my dreams took a shit inside my soul
    Before that, I figured I could pay the toll
    Til I understood how powerful love could be as a whole.
    You ain't shit til the kiss goes sour
    Leaving you singing anthony hamilton in shower.
    Run around, play those games
    If you think I'm gonna fall for them again you're crazy
    And I ain't saying that I'm past it
    I'm just saying you don't seem the type to even ask if
    There's something we can do to be a better match
    Or if we even share a common interest either one of us is passionate about.
    This isn't love; this is two people fucking
    Each other over, making nothing out of something
    Baby, you cold frontin' if you think I'm gonna stay.
    Cause you can't even look me in the face.

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    How's it gonna go?
    Tell me what your thinkin'
    I can't get a read on you
    Anymore.
    I'm sick of waiting by the phone
    Hoping it starts ringing.
    I played the fool like this before.
    But no more.

    I think it's time we set it straight
    It shouldn't be allowed to go another day.
    You dodge calls like a bullet in the matrix
    And got me waiting round and running out of my patience
    Say it! Let me know the problem,
    If we can't work it out, what makes you think we can share an apartment?
    That's right, I heard you talking
    With your girlfriends getting drunk of vodka.
    And I ain't saying that you're stupid
    I'm just saying you and I ain't really been target practice for cupid.
    Baby you know it's true
    Nothing else we can do
    Cause I don't plan on continuing as your little fool.
    This isn't love; this is daytime television.
    A soap opera with a bunch of little skeletons
    I've known better, I would recognize the taste
    So I think it's time we went our separate ways.

    How's it gonna go?
    Tell me what your thinkin'
    I can't get a read on you
    Anymore.
    I'm sick of waiting by the phone
    Hoping it starts ringing.
    I played the fool like this before.
    But no more. 4x

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