I Can't Love You

(Chorus) I can't love you the way you wanna be loved So that's all, for us Just pack your bags and hit the road There's nothing left for you and me to discuss I can't love you the way you wanna be loved So that's all, for us Just pack your bags and hit the road There's nothing left for you and me to discuss I can't love you (Earl Hayes) I ain't even mad I'm just sick of your shit Only time I'm happy now is when you suckin' my dick I'm drunk all day you can hear the ice in my glass Rumblin', the neighbors scared Cause they seen your naked dumb ass runnin' You must be happy when I call you bitch Smack you in the face and tell you pack up all your shit But this is what happen' when you ain't know you fuckin' with his street Find out and be like 'she can't be in public with me' I'm a boss I'd rather blow my balls off then be called a clown By real niggas when they talk But you usually hear my name come up when Murders get brought up One in the circle with dealers when them niggas talk drugs (Chorus) (Earl Hayes) I ain't even sad, I'm just sick of your mouth The more I hear you talk the more I want you out of my house I get to whoopin on your ass like I'm crazy See you cryin' hard and curlin' up like a baby You owe me, I payed all your bills, that god damn car of mine I beat your fucking ass, they call it domestic violence I hear you on the phone sayin' “Hayes, don't call the cops” Then you come back in the house, talking shit, like you're fucking rocky You'd probably be happy with another man You do a lot of dumb shit I don't even understand I don't wanna go to jail so I'm cooler than a fan I'd kick you in your ass before I hit you with my hands (Chorus)