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    "Please Leave" Lyrics



    Alright I'm ready

    No, you're not ready

    I'm ready, you're not ready


    (Indistinguishable singing)


    Now this here's for your spouse or significant other

    You were in love with the person, now you hate the motherfucker

    Get the fuck out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out!

    You weren't lookin' for love when you met 'em at the club

    Y'all exchanged numbers and went out for some grub

    You waited three days then decided to call

    Went for dinner and a movie, then a walk through the mall

    All you saw was the physical, a sexy individual

    Never had the thought that they would make your life miserable

    A couple more dates, consumate the mating ritual

    Soon you will encounter the habitual liar

    The sex was so good it set your body afire

    But why are you still with this nut?

    Every time they come around you get this feelin in your gut

    Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut

    When you stop to think about how good they fuck

    An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up stuck

    So here's some words of wisdom that'll help you with the chore

    Count up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the door

    It goes:

    [Chorus: MURS]

    One, two, three, four

    I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more

    So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out!

    Everybody come on! One, two, three, four

    I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more

    So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out!



    Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on your couch

    For weeks on end and he's (words walk em out?)

    Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the fuck out!

    Now he walks around your house in nothin' but his drawers

    Throws the trash once a week and expects to get applause

    Let him stay at your crib you was down for his cause

    He was in between girls, or in between jobs

    But it's still no excuse for him to be a slob

    Your girl stays mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him

    You can't get your calls when he's on the other line an'

    You can't get laid cause he has the worst timin'

    Knockin' at your door at odd hours of the night

    If he does that shit again, you swear to God you're gonna fight

    But you can't kick him out cause it's just not right

    He has nowhere else to go, but you're losin' self-control

    Wanna kill him in his sleep, God bless his soul

    Maybe it's not that bad but it could get worse

    So here's a little tip from your homeboy MURS

    Before you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown first

    It goes:



    Now let's talk about these old motherfuckers on the mic

    Who were dope but now are whack and won't leave the spotlight

    Get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out!

    He had some albums that I loved way back in the day

    But as he puts out new shit, the memories begin to fade

    When I heard about the comeback I said "No way!"

    I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation built

    But with age came degeneration of the skill

    So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and hoped in time

    Those fine memories would once again shine

    But he just won't stop, even though his album flop

    Everytime I turn around his new one's about to drop

    Make me wanna take all his old records off the shelf

    Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his former self

    So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a show

    I played a true fan and was in the front row

    As he started doin' classics, then he stopped and said "No"

    We had to say we love the new shit, before he did the old

    I tried to count the countdown, but then I lost control

    It went one, two, three, four

    I had it up to here, and I'm not takin' no more

    So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out!

    Everybody come on!

    One, two, three...
    This song was submitted on July 10th, 2010 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Michael Woodrow Sr. Jackson, Nicholas Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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