Don't Trip On Your Way Out

Just what the hell you think you’re doing

Coming in at 2 a.m.?

Without a message or a phone call

Just where the hell you think you’ve been?

It’s been another in a series

Of sleepless nights spent over you

Without a message or a phone call

Ain’t nothing left for me to do

-Don’t trip on your way out, baby-

Well, I’ve heard all of your excuses

I’ve been witness to your lies

Did you think that I’d been blinded

By the tears that I have cried?

Well you know how much I’ve loved you

And you know how hard I’ve tried

But I refuse to be mistreated

And I will never be denied

-Don’t trip on your way out, baby

well I’m tired of always hurting

always hurting over you

lord knows that I’ve been patient

heaven knows I’ve paid my dues

but you refused to heed my caution

and you ignored my every cry

better dig up Tyrone’s number

maybe he’s your type of guy

-Don’t trip on your way out, baby