Melinda Moore - Intellectual

[Intro]

You lied, you lied, you lied, you lied

And it goes a little somethin like!

Check the groove, I wasn't born out of silver spoon

Chuck the duece, I'm popping tags cause I caught your groom

Cats away, that's when the mice’ll play

Got ol’ hubby on his knees, that's a Hail Mary

Wait, I think I came off just a bit naughty I mean-

Can I start off from the top if you don’t mind me

You see, the name's Simy

And I don't need anything except for yo money, cuh

I'm Melinda Moore (all summer, summer)

I know he doesn't really love me cause he adores me

He think he upgraded when she's just annoying

Heard he want to fight, she’ll get the strike like I'm bowling

Write my own history, your class is boring

Just write checks, don’t write love letters

Don't think I'll ever find well a man much better

I mean I'll pray for you just like the Catholics do

I be down and out for you like that rain at waterloo, ooh

So what it do to you? I guess it's up to Blues Clues

You left with an L while I went and got a W

I'm confused, I wanna hang like a noose

You left me without song, my album is called Truths, ooh

I'm done with you, I'm done

Get out, no

Get out

Come on man, you should leave

I'm not leaving

You know me, you know I can be the devil