Interlude: 15 Minutes Lyrics - Singles - Opm

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