It's sick but who could ever predict we'd be doin' the same shitWe say that we do it for our baby but we don't, we do it for usIt's lust, 'cuz neither one of us trusts each other so we fuck'till we bust, 'till cuss each other out, we know what it's aboutShout 'till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the houseI throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth, we fist fight'till we turn this mother out and apologize after, laughterPain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter againAnd it's sad but it's true, when i'm laying here with youThere ain't nothing anyone could ever say or ever do 'cuzThe more you put me throughThe more it makes...