CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Done Me Wrong
Verse 1: Marchitect
You ain't heard the phone ringing, the silence it drives you mad
I pick you up from your pad, in the a.m. I drive you back (remember that)
I stop coming by because of the way you act
Now you tell the world I played you while I'ma say you whack
You can't turn the tables like a CD jay
You was out to bag my chips like a Frito Lay
Now you call your girls and said "he so cray"
About to turn off your lights like Michelle Aye
Tell em about the bills I paid (uh), tell em about the rent (tell em)
Out my house you left, then on my couch you slept
Without a doubt you wept, my shoulder was your tissue (uh)
Now I'm the crazy one but you the one with all the issues (man)
A mad magazine in character like Alfred E. Newman
It ain't about me, it's about what you doing
To yourself mainly, with all that negativity
I got a little violent, a symphony of sympathy
Yeah, yeah
Hook: Marchitect
Ya done me wrong (man)
This ain't so sad song (nah)
Even though ya done me wrong (ya heard)
This ain't no sad song (no tears here)
Ya done me wrong (uh uh)
This ain't no sad song (it's all good I'll catch you on the rebound)
Even though ya done me wrong (yeah)
This ain't no sad song (keep my head up man)
Ya done me wrong
This ain't no sad song (just like yourself)
Even though ya done me wrong (doing yourself dirty)
This ain't no sad song (nah)
Ya done me wrong (did me wrong)
This ain't no sad song (real wrong)
Even though ya done me wrong (uh, crazy)
This ain't no sad song
You ain't heard the phone ringing, the silence it drives you mad
I pick you up from your pad, in the a.m. I drive you back (remember that)
I stop coming by because of the way you act
Now you tell the world I played you while I'ma say you whack
You can't turn the tables like a CD jay
You was out to bag my chips like a Frito Lay
Now you call your girls and said "he so cray"
About to turn off your lights like Michelle Aye
Tell em about the bills I paid (uh), tell em about the rent (tell em)
Out my house you left, then on my couch you slept
Without a doubt you wept, my shoulder was your tissue (uh)
Now I'm the crazy one but you the one with all the issues (man)
A mad magazine in character like Alfred E. Newman
It ain't about me, it's about what you doing
To yourself mainly, with all that negativity
I got a little violent, a symphony of sympathy
Yeah, yeah
Hook: Marchitect
Ya done me wrong (man)
This ain't so sad song (nah)
Even though ya done me wrong (ya heard)
This ain't no sad song (no tears here)
Ya done me wrong (uh uh)
This ain't no sad song (it's all good I'll catch you on the rebound)
Even though ya done me wrong (yeah)
This ain't no sad song (keep my head up man)
Ya done me wrong
This ain't no sad song (just like yourself)
Even though ya done me wrong (doing yourself dirty)
This ain't no sad song (nah)
Ya done me wrong (did me wrong)
This ain't no sad song (real wrong)
Even though ya done me wrong (uh, crazy)
This ain't no sad song
