Ex-Factor — Lauryn Hill
Funny how things turned out.
After all them lies that you love me,
And it was me you couldn’t do without.
Shit sounded good for a bit.
Eventually, crying got trying.
Constantly lying and fighting.
I grew to expect that shit.
Every two months: new drama, new bitch.
Why did I stay?
Fuck was I on?
Late nights watching you sleep, with my side eye on.
What can I say?
I was young. I was dumb.
A creep from jump.
Nevermind all that, because you were my type.
And it was from your apple, that I wanted to bite.
I can still think back to some of those nights.
Sun coming up, you and me on the phone.
Or those late nights coming to see you, with my work clothes on.
In the beginning, we talked. We confessed.
You were hurting because of your ex.
Like a fool, I chose to stay.
Thought my love was the key to you seeing things my way.
Loved you with a passion.
The shit I always dreamed of.
Knee buckling, stomach clenching, real love.
But that love never came.
All the wack ass games.
How the fuck was I your girlfriend, but blocked from your page?
Fights and arguments,
to restore the peace I took the blame.
A man you were never.
Your stupid ass really thought you were clever.
Love me? You never did.
I know you remember when I could have had your kid.
Wanted to leave, even tried to sometimes.
But my heart kept pulling me.
So, I ignored your lies.
Found condoms, text messages, flicks of ass and thighs.
Begging for that bitch to call you, and when you in DC if you could come over sometime.
A girl then. A woman now.
Never will I forget that I chose you. And you chose them.
when the shit is still rings true four years later …