Take a look at my heart. I seen my old lady's boyfriend. He don't look nothing like me, 'Cept for a bit of confusion; Same kind she laid on me. You don't know what you're getting into; She's gonna tear you apart. You're going places I've been to; You're

I'm like oh God, oh, oh my God Bitch I run the game y'all just commentate from the side Everything I do you know I do it for the squad This is what the people say they wanted from the Young boy, from the, from the, from the God This that flexicution This

Starry, starry night What you tried to say to me And how you tried to set them free Now I understand They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now And how you suffered for your sanity Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on

(When we leave this room it's gone) (I’ll be looking through your eyes) (Why are you so far from saving me?) Is the company stalling? We had what we wanted your eyes With no word from the former I'd be happy as hell, if you stayed for tea (I know so well

But I can guarantee There'll be no knock on the door I come from downtown Born ready for you And grace, too He said I'm fabulously rich C'mon just let's go She kinda bit her lip Geez, I don't know I'm total pro that's what I'm here for

But, oh yeah, you know what it means to be alone Today you're laughing pretty baby, tomorrow you could be crying In time baby, I'll get you off my mind Little by little, watch my love slow down You live for today, you leave tomorrow on it's own We got a

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long

If that's not what you're lookin' for If it's not what you need to know And if there is somethin' more Know that you're free to go Just be sure that what you want Is not what you got What you thinkin' of? Darlin', you've been with me every day But you

You better, you better, you better I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better When that check come I be like I pull up, like what's up,

I'm so glad I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad Don't know what to do Don't know what I'm gonna do Another week in Telephoning Tired of groaning for you