Do you cry sometimes? And your papa's kinda mean You can stop playing that shit out on me Chasing down a wild fire Are you trying to make a cold liar out of me? You wanna get high? You overcome those desires before you come to me I think your mama's

What you doin'? Hold on let me turn down the music I can't hear you. Come on man, who's this? What you got on? Ha-ha, come on stop playin'. I ain't got on shit.

Kinda makes me wonder Why you playin' with me? Do you think of me? So I'm waiting for the sun to come up Take me for a ride in your Beamer Ain't gon' stop 'til the stars are above Wish that you would talk to me 'Cause I don't really know just what to

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks