It's Partly Me - Hieroglyphics

I know it’s partly me, and I’m starting to see

This relationship is getting a little hard for me

So pardon me, it’s just that part of me

But I’m feeling that it’s best if you depart from me

Stop calling me, she keeps calling me

But it’s partly me, and I’m starting to see

This relationship is getting a little hard for me

So pardon me, it’s just that part of me

But I’m feeling that it’s best if you depart from me

Man she said she’s suicidal, cut an artery

Every time she write me letters long as War and Peace

And she’s starting to sleep and she swore she’s a freak

Cause she couldn’t hold a candle to my Georgia peach

We just park in the Jeep, sparkling with glee

Remarkably we hop in the sheets

Kama Sutra when I start to swoon her

Our maneuvers start at Z and end at A

It’s hard on me to bend that way

How about we get your girlfriends that play

I could rock 'em to sleep, not make a peep

Drop 'em way deep 'til they start to scream

Stay on my team

Remember when we layed under the stars and freaked?

Baby all them pockets mumbled were just the bomb to me

When we used to pick up chicks and it was all for me

Ménages got played, so we started to three

Then your friends got in our business and they always weak

Fear it obviously, I mean arguably

If I’m sounding like an ass then I’m sorry to be

Hold on listen for a second before you start it with me

Girls we used to go together like cars and grease

Or starch and a piece, now we hardly speak

Baby why you behaving so retardedly

You come and blowing up my spot with no regard for me

It kind of make me want to do your body harmfully

But my mommy raised me up to be a charming G

Intlemen, when we’re intimate my heart skips beats

Oh yeah, that’s the beauty but the other part’s the beats

Quite psychopathic, harlot heartbeat

Shrieking banshee, what’s the names you call me?

Is that very part of you too scarred to see?

Let this bullish cushion your fall from me

Man killer it’s over, skriller in the manila folder

Still a soldier cop the lift from Villanova

She smiled at a wild cat, couldn’t understand

I gave her my card in the parked car like she hand it out

Relax, run your hand through this mans from Cranston and take a chance

I converversated out with a glance

How about that long stare, licky lips

Does he on that same shit as Barry Bonds and 50 Cent

I carry on, I’m an artist getting smart as me

She said focus on the business of your artistry