Something

By Bambu

On Short Changed

Released on April 29, 2011

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Verse 1 (Bambu):

And afterwards I'm ashamed,… house in disarray

Afraid that if I look you in the face, I might get away

I figure this is how I'm raised. My dad did it the same

And over time, you'd be like Mom and just figure this is the way

I mean B.I.G. did it, Eazy did it, Dre did it, Pun did it

When dad did it, He just gave Ma kisses, hugs and he… done with it!

Fuck it, this the hood way! I don't know why you should stay

Fuck you, leave, throw your shit in the street, come back on Tuesday

And flip the whole house out, Screamin, "Just shut your mouth up."

Me and you ain't speaking the same dialect, We're so down up!

Up down, we cool now. One word, we start throwing down

I know we sound like animals to the people in the next house

I can count on one hand the times it ain't gonna get out the hand

But every other time, you end up crying

And damn, if I ain't… know it Homes, I think I'm looking directly at my Pop

And on everything. I can't figure out how to... Stop

Chorus (Adele):

Nevermind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

Don't forget me, I beg

I remember you said

Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead

Sometimes it lasts in love

But sometimes it hurts instead

Verse 2 (Bambu):

And afterwards I'm confused, like homie, this ain't you

Breakin shit that costs me money and the point is never proved

Then the furniture gets moved and all my homies rolling through

Like…, "Come on, Homes. Let's go be…fore the police come."

Fuck you man! Mind your business, brother, dip. This bitch is tripping!

Now I'm slipping, and these brothers will take a bullet for me in a minute, and I don't listen

I'm so caught up in a moment, I'm so heated

I'm repeating shit I seen when I was young and promise Mom I'd never be it.…

There ain't no reason just a feeling. We're dancing along a beating

Til one of us end up dead. I mean, either way, someone leaving

Or someone end up in prison. This ain't living, this is sick

This is exactly what my son will end up doing to his women

And I, never thought I'll be the same

Just forget the day you ever saw my face and learned my name

And as we laying, bruises bleeding through our kisses

No position we can get and got enough feeling of fix it!

So we ended like… (It isn't over)

Chorus (Adele):