Texty: El Pus. India.

Hmm?.

You kicked me out, I called you up
And after all, I wish I would?ve stayed away
Because I?m getting tired, India

And every time
I hear your name
I think of game
That sometimes I don?t wanna play
Because I?ve had enough of India

Hmm?.

Seven years
Or more of this
Is more than I
Can be asked to endure, and if this
Is a test
I?ve failed it, India

I wish you love
I wish you joy
And if you someday
Have a girl or boy, I hope
You teach them better
Than you, India

CHORUS:
Seven years
Or more of this
Is more than I can stand
Tried my best
To be with you
And simply be a man
Sometimes when I try to talk
You need to understand
That life is long
And life is love
I used to love you, India

I won?t explain
I thought you knew
But you assumed it wasn?t true

When I told you the type of man
That I was, India

I broke it down
And kept it real
Cus that?s just how a brother feels
But you tried to manipulate
My mind state, India

[CHORUS]

Now seven years
Have come and went
And I won?t miss a moment spent
But still I bid you fairly well
My darling India

Hmm?.

[CHORUS]

Hmm?.

Seven years
Or more of this
Is more than I can stand.

Bonus:
1: What is, what is El Pus, man?
2: I never heard of that shit.
1: That?s some shit somebody ? yo.
2: That?s bullshit.
3: Is that Mexican?
1: I mean, for real, y?all don?t got a real name, man? I mean what?s ? is it spanish or something?
3: What the fuck?
1: I can?t hear you, Cuf.
2: These niggas.
1+2: The shit!
2: In what language?
1: That shit?s Portuguese-Jamaican!