Text: Closed Heart Surgery. Fuck You Delilah.

You make me sick you fuckin' bitch,
you broke my heart and gone so far,
you ain't worth shit you cheatin' bitch,
you know who you are,

can't stand the west coast so she had to leave,
i packed her bags, she moved to n-y-c,
it wasn't cali livin', everything was a given,
wanted money, fast cars and kristal sippin,
i ain't about that, all i got is my music,
it was loud n' clear, this bitch was abusive,
put up with her shit, the cheatin and lyin',
if not for l-o-v-e, i wouldn't be tryin',
hate the late night clubbin' alcohol consumption,
if it wasn't one thing, it was always somethin,
she loves that attention, and did i mention,
that i paid for her car and the room that we lived in,
that wasn't even enough for you, was it delilah,
don't even know you did me wrong, let me remind ya,
left me here for a life that's better,
i'll be chillin in cali, you rot in new york weather,

you make me sick you fuckin' bitch,
you broke my heart and gone so far,
you ain't worth shit you cheatin' bitch,
you know who you are,

call her delilah, more like the liar,
cause the truth never seemed to come out her mouth,
she got around town, that didn't stop me,
i've made mistakes and this one cost me,
lookin out for dimes, she shined bright,
i picked her up tails, that's bad luck as hell,
can't stop the hate 1000 miles apart,
hope this song reminds how fucked up you are,
how messed up it is that you left me here,
for 2 years, for ya dead end career,
not even worth this track, but it had to be said,
what i thought was good, was bad in the end,
it was only a game that i didn't wanna play,
all i got in the end, was a song with ya name,
i know it's done, we'll never feel the same,
but when it comes to us, you're the one to blame,

you make me sick you fuckin' bitch,
you broke my heart and gone so far,
you ain't worth shit you cheatin' bitch,
you know who you are,

hey delilah, fuck you delilah