Ryan Leslie - Joan Of Arc Lyrics

Ryan Leslie - Joan Of Arc Lyrics:

I wake up to detect messages in my email

this what I get for messin’ wit pretty females

it’s a crazy life – yeah it’s a mad world

where good dudes will betray you over a bad girl

and bad girls’ll take advantage of good dudes

smear your name in the press and call it good news

oh he hot now? oh he blowin’ up?

call the cops – restraining order for showin’ up

if I was you I’d be seeing if I was ok

we had a problem you didn’t call me the whole day

your girlfriend picked up the phone and hung up on me

who is she to do that – she don’t even know me

F* the “he say she say”,

the ‘blame game’ blasting kanye on the freeway

I called my mother up for advice she said son, you should hold your heart

girls play the victim so well – joan of arc

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I took a chance on romance, I loved you

And now that it burns, still I yearn to touch you

And the question is

Who gon’ love you like I love you, baby

Who gon’ love you like I love you, now?

Who gon’ love you like I love you, baby, baby

VERSE 2

listen, I know you must be mad look how you lost it

you should work it out wit me tho I’m the one who caused it

I should’ve cleaned the skeletons from my closet

drivin’ to my apocalypse with 400 horses

drop dead gorgeous – unfair advantage

you deserve an emmy award for all your antics

caught up in a battle of curse word semantics

tryna find our way back home from atlantis

you had your father call me – zero empathy

reading about your new first date like it’s meant for me

tryna stay focused on winnin’ – yeah, hold my course

meanwhile you infiltrated my heart – a trojan horse

they say in love and war – all’s fair

but when you break up and go out – yeah, they all stare

obfuscating the real reason we’ve grown apart

you played the victim so well – joan of arc

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VERSE 3

tryna figure out what the past meant

and since when a birthday gift is harassment

a rose gold bracelet nothing subliminal

you called your lawyer up said my actions were criminal

and now as i’m sittin with a pad in this motherf*ckin holding cell

I’m thinking how could you do this to me? you cold as hell

a young emperor exiled – Bonaparte

everything I fought for, lost – joan of arc

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