Lyrics: Chakeiya Richmond/RAHRAH GABOR
Music: Chakeiya Richmond
Roses red as my eyes
Red, red, red?
We going our separate ways, huh?
We going our separate ways
It was summer time, I, a Black butterfly
Shoulda fluttered by when I seen him catch my eye
He was mesmerized by the thick hips and thighs
It was almost 9, steamy night 'round July, uh
Black lives, all they told us was lies
Could I judge the God when He told them to I? Uh
Never mind, for shoe pie, I'm too fly
Word to Doom, we was doomed soon as he told me, "Hi," uh
Gutter guy, cutie pie, shutter shy
Retro 5s, spinning waves was his vibes
Took my math, one week later, he mine
Dick was bomb, now I'm stuck, porcupine
It was pure divine when our souls intertwined
Never thought you would do a bitch fouler than swine
Baby mamas and side hoes exposing ya' lies
Thanks for showing me the light
Now this well runneth dry
Dry, dry
Now this well runneth dry
Dry
Now this well runnethโ
Dry
Now this well runneth dry
So it's time to say goodbye
Pack your shit up and get up out my sight
It's no conversation, do not up and try to apologize
It's the end of the line
Pack this shit up and move on with my life
Savor my presence for the last time
We going our separate ways, huh?
It's not no fight or ways of persuasion
We going our separate ways now
This time
We not gon' try another day now
And it's not no fight or a conversation
We going our separate ways now
Th-this time
I guess that's what it is now
You made this bed, it's time to lay in it
I guess that's what's it's giving
This time
I ain't got nothing left to give now
It's time for someone else to take your shit
I guess that's what it is
Th-this time
It's time to say goodbye
Pack your shit up and get up out my sight
It's no conversation, do not up and try to apologize