Devin Cruise - Impossible текст песни

Is it impossible, tell me is it possible
to get along with you, get along with you?

I'ma start it off by letting you know that you trippin
you gonna flip it on me say that I be acting different
I'ma turn around and tell you quit the bullshit,
you gonna turn around slap me, tell me that you finished
all I ever wanted was a chick with some manners,
all I ever got was a bitch with potential,
all I wanna know is when the curtain closes,
when you gonna find and put up with the madness,
Louis, Prada, Prada,..
don't mean to name but you know what I got you,
plus when we're bangin' it's amazing you got it,
then we break up 'cause you turn to a monster,
every week is the same old story,
made up my mind, you ain't no good for me,
now I'm in the crib and I'm looking through the pics
and I'm bout my chick like

Hook:
I was just hoping, you would come over
it's driving me crazy, so I need to know
is it impossible, tell me is it possible
to get along with you, get along with you?
All we ever do is fuck then we fight break up
then get right again, this ain't life no
is it impossible, tell me is it possible
to get along with you, get along with you?


Look every time we do it girl it's unbelievable,
plus the way you poppin it look like you need a pole
but then you get the trippin every time I gotta go,
tell me I don't love you, I don't love you, you don't know
I'll be gonna get through it 'cause the day how it was
plus I'm never there I'm always in the sky above
flying to a city bust as you ain't never with me,
you think I'll be getting frisky with them bitches in the club,
and I don't mind the work shop,
and you ain't doing nothing when the work stop,
and girl you was always call em at the worst time,
I don't pick up and you assume it's her now
they get only attention, not to mention
all the benzes they expensive
and I gotta get it so my distance and all attention
all the bitching is inconsiderate, get a grip

I don't wanna let you go, but I need peace of mind
when I come up off the road,
everything fine, every time that we alone
then you send a nine page letter to my phone,
tell me how you done, I think you the one
hold me in your arms, cut me with your tongue,
girl I'ma fix it, yeah no
but I think you should come.

[2 x Hook:]

Thanks to Tiff for correcting these lyrics