Not like I used to Holla holla haaa 'Cause all I could do was love you I went through the fire for you (anything you asked me to) But I'm tired of living this lie It's getting harder to justify I realize that I just don't love you Baby when I used to

Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

I don't mean it (I don't mean it) Now I might say you can walk And I might name call I may pull some silly stunts Now I may holler at you And I may tell you we're through May give you looks that can kill But it's not for real

Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

If I don't, if I don't have you And even if the river should run dry I may stay away for a night or two But all form of respect unto you is still due But it's not that I really mean to embarrass you, 'cause darling If I don't, if I don't, if I don't have

I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty If she

Turn my head it's back to bed with no delay Why get up in the morning doesn't even start till two Forget reality, waking up is hard to do Remember when there was nothing else to do But to lie in bed and wonder how it was always up to you and no one else

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then