Interlude: 15 Minutes Songtext
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15 minutes with you
and I want to slit my wrists I can′t believe we used to kiss
I can't believe I used to put up with, all of your bullshit
I remember when I was all up in that ass
Religiously like a Sunday Mass
That′s what she'd say when we'd get into the sheets are dirty and so were you
there was a time when I′d think of you
and the feelin′ was good and the feelin' was true
but now-a-days I got a one track mind
when I see your face I wanna grab a knife


15 minutes with you
and you still kee runnin′ your mouth, I can't believe we once went out
I believe I used to listen to you scream and bitch and shout!
I remember when I was all up in that ass
Religiously like a Sunday Mass
That′s what she'd say when we′d get into
the sheets are dirty and so were you
there was a time when I'd think of you
and the feelin' was good and the feelin′ was true
but now-a-days I got a one track mind
when I see your face I wanna grab a knife