Sat up here for all these years
Now I can't remember
The last time I said I love youSat up here for some odd years
Watched you come, watched you go
Can't remember why I touched youWell, I shoulda went home
When my mama said I could come home
The doors were open
I guess I played myselfNow I'm looking back
You will leave me someday, someday
I guess I'm playing myselfAll these problems
All these kids
All these bills
All this drama
Your two baby mamas
After all these yearsAll those cars
All those cribs
All those songs
We ain't, we ain'tAll those problems
Your bad ass kids
Two baby mamas
After all these yearsStill ain't came up like the [Incomprehensible]
We keep struggling in on your way
And I still don't feel like I'm number one
All these yearsSat up here for all these years
Watched you drink, smelled your smoke
How I end my miserySat up here for some odd years
Got your piss, you treated me like
But I still was your queen, queenI washed your dirty drawers
I made sure the house stayed clean
But you didn't say thanks, not to me
No no, no, noWell, I shoulda went home
When my mama said I could come home
The doors were open
I guess I played myselfAll these problems
All these kids
All these bills
All this dramas
Your two baby mamas
After all these yearsAll those cars
All those cribs
All those songs
We ain't, we ain'tAll those problems
Your bad ass kids
Two baby mamas
After all these yearsAll these years
All these years
All these years
All these yearsGot me wishing that I
After all we been through
Got me wishing that I
After all we been through