bread machine

Verse 1 Sometimes I feel like I'm in this thing by myself/ cause I can't even turn around and ask you for your help/ without you trying to say that I'm just digging on your wealth/ boy if that was the case I would've been had better nails/ cause all this cooking and cleaning/ you got me washing machine-ing/ and I ain't never been the type of bitch to be on this scene/ I'm used to diamonds and rings, I'm used to drowning in drinks/ I'm used to beauty shops, crooked cops, and fraudulent things/ boy I was harboring dreams, I was plotting and scheming/ I was bout to make a way for us to all live our dreams/ I'm talking mountains and skis, I'm talking all of them things/ but you too busy trying to keep up out in them streets/ while I'm steady to trying to pull you out of them streets/ boy you turn around debating and you battle with me/ boy I'm just trying to tell you who them tattlers be ( and who them tattlers be, and who them tattlers be)/ I'm trying to act like its me, I'm trying to act like a team/ I'm trying to be the ride or die bitch you asked me to be/ boy are you joking with me, nigga you broke as can be/ unless you doing magic, boy you hocus pocus-ing me/ cause you ain't you fucking with me, I'm the one that you need/ I'm the bread making, dinner baking, raiser of seeds, who does it greater than me/ there ain't no hater in me, and the more I think about it boy its plainer to see/ boy you ain't sheltering me, nah you ain't bettering me/ you just bring your doubt and ...