Interlude: 15 Minutes - OPM

15 minutes with you

And I want to slit my wrists I can’t believe we used to kiss

I can’t believe I used to put up with, all of your bullshit

I remember when I was all up in that ass

Religiously like a Sunday Mass

That’s what she’d say when we’d get into

The sheets are dirty and so were you

There was a time when I’d think of you

And the feelin' was good and the feelin' was true

But now-a-days I got a one track mind

When I see your face I wanna grab a knife

15 minutes with you

And you still kee runnin' your mouth, I can’t believe we once went out

I believe I used to listen to you scream and bitch and shout!!!

I remember when I was all up in that ass

Religiously like a Sunday Mass

That’s what she’d say when we’d get into

The sheets are dirty and so were you

There was a time when I’d think of you

And the feelin' was good and the feelin' was true

But now-a-days I got a one track mind

When I see your face I wanna grab a knife