Questions

Pussy in your breath,
I could smell it in your breath,
I tasted it on my tongue,
When we locked lips in kiss last night,
I didn't want to say a word about it,
'Cause i didn't want a fight,
Fighting would put her pussy on your mind,
Her place would have been where you'd go to cool off,
And get some more of her pussy on your breath,
Instead i get mad at you for cheating,
And I'm mad at me for biting my tongue,
I know i look calm on the outside,
Best believe that I'm burning like hell inside,
Coz I'm asking myself questions,
And I'm tortured by no replies,
I'm like; "did he fuck her in the shower?"
"On our bed or in our car?"
"Did he fuck her on the couch?"
"Did she make the nigga howl?"
"Is her sex good enough to make the nigga replace me?"
"Does she do the things I do?"
"If she does, is she better?"
I can't believe a bitch got me Questioning,
Your female friend has me confused,
"Who's your main chick?"
"Who's your hoe?"
"Is she a role changer?"
"Is she the role stater?"
looking at how wild my thoughts are running,
I could be the hoe who's jealous of another hoe,
She's got my inner Bitch stirred up,
The bitch in me comes alive,
So i lay a strategy down,
Formulate a plan to keep you,
If i didn't love you like i do,
If you weren't special to me,
I wouldn't bother to keep you,
I'd have burned bridges and left,
So i promise to be on my best behavior,
But i'll make sure i out-freak her every night,
when we fight under covers,
And move the fight to the stairs,
All the way down to the Kitchen floor,
Set the house on fire,
Cause we burned the couch with our heated passion,
Leave marks of our love making everywhere,
So that when youz in the mood and am not around,
These marks spark memories,
Memories that make you yearn for my loving only,
Coz I'm the only one who knows how to handle your body,
Memories that make her existance fade,
Coz you got a good thing going on with me that you don't wanna ruin,
But this is wishful thinking,
I'm aware of that sweet tooth you have for pussy,
Right now I'm just that Naive bitch,
Who thinks i can use my pussy to make a Nigga behave,
So i torture myself with more questions,
I be like: "Why Am I still here?"
"The nigga treats you like a random chick,
Yet you still here",
"When you gon' realize that you don't need him?"
"Don't you think you deserve better?"
"Is it sex that's keeping you grounded?"
"Don't you know that you could find better?"
So i make up my mind to leave you,
Because my soul desires peace,
But when when am amoured with reasons,
As to why you'll see no more of me,
You suprise me with reasons,
Why i should get back right with you,
You be like: "I love and cherish each moment we spend,
Youz my lover,soul mate and best friend,
Youz the reason why each day in my life,
Is a sunny day..."
Nigga got me like: "Is he for real?"
"Is this Nigga gon' change?"
"Should i bring up the 'Pussy in your Breath' questions?"
"If i do will i sound insane?"
So here I am confused,
Torn between getting back tight with you,
And walking away,
Bombarded with questions that torture without end,
I have a feeling they won't stop,
When I'm with or without you,
Please give me a genuine answers that would put my questioning mind at rest.