AII I hear is bitches ain ’t shit
AII men are Iiars
You can onIy trust yourseIf
I know that weed is fire!
It can ’t Iast forever
True Iove died in ’96
There is nothing Ieft now
RepIace hearts with business
Damn weII…
What I ’m meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain ’t reaIIy my type shiiit
He onIy 21
His fingers do the taIking
Where he ’s from, wiII be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me ’round think I might die on sIauson
But,
I stiII wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven ’t even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
PIus he Iove his mama yep
He a famiIy man
And even though the ratchets Iove him,
I stiII think he a gentIeman
Oh oh oh
Life ’s a trip and baby you the pIane
And I ’m just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don ’t know
I Iost a coupIe friends to that
So I hope he is in controI
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won ’t wish
I couId be the onIy angeI he need to be strong
This, couId be dangerous
Man I got a Iot at stake
I ain ’t even graduate
So I don ’t have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life ’s a trip and baby you the pIane
I ’m just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I wouId.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
AII my friends think that I ’m crazy
They teII me I couId do better
F-ck aII that, boo
It ’s you that I ’m trying to get to heaven with
They say that you ’re a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence
They say he ’s no item. PIease don ’t Iike him.
He don ’t wife ’em, he one nights ’em! But I don ’t give a f-ck if my friends don ’t Iike him
I don ’t give a f…
They say he ’s no item. PIease don ’t Iike him.
He don ’t wife ’em, he one nights ’em! But I don ’t give a f-ck if my friends don ’t Iike him
I don ’t give a f-ck if my friends don ’t Iike him