Without him I really don't mind A little bit lonely He'll make up in time As long as he loves me He'll answers his crime The door stays wide open I know that he's mine I know that he's mine - Caro Emerald

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

Population four million, how I see the same bitch? Yeah, yeah, yeah I been in L.A. too long I see the same bitches everywhere I go It don't really matter where they from Acting or model, heard it all before (Haha, never mind my friend fucked) (How I see

Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got, nigga

Nigga really wanna die in the night time Tired of feelin' like I'm trapped in my damn mind Tired of feelin' like I'm wrapped in a damn lie Tired of feelin' like my life is a damn game Don't go, stay up and don't go Don't go, don't go to sleep Nigga

Do you ever really know? Can you ever really know? I can't read your mind though I'm trying all the time There's something I don't know, I can see it in your eyes When you're gone again But I am left in awe of the woman I adore Cupped hand is burning ice

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your f me pumps And the men

You don't like players That's what you say-a But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller Without girls like you When you walk in the bar And you dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men

But I don't really mind Shifting, shifting, shifting Aloud like it makes so Much difference to me. Huffing, puffing, marching Around like I know how Much better it should be. I know it looks like I disagree Nine tenths of the time

I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna You can't talk to me about that good or bad karma Don't don't really care 'bout you Don't don't wanna hear