It's a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up I got bands, now my head up for a ransom Nigga I ain't put no cash up for this back up I just stay with my

And I love you so much I'm gonna let you I'm not calling you a liar Just don't lie to me I'm not calling you a thief I'm not calling you a ghost Wraps itself around my tongue As it softly speaks

Holding on and on Naked on the bedroom Oh, it's not my fault Oh, I should've known I've been a fool Now the sound of loving Is old and somehow gone Who said not to leave?

My heart's breaking even, now there's no use we even try Hey I cried, Yeah I lied, Hell I almost died Both got our reasons, let's just fold the cards and say good-bye It's all right, just two hearts breaking even tonight It's been a cold, cold, cold,

Bright red, how am I gonna find a way? Tears and shades of gray I've lost forever from today The long red, flowing through my mind Dream here, dreamin' there Two pieces all the time Sobered, wisdoms in my dreams Bits and pieces in my arms

They'll never know we give no warning We set a trap they took the bait It's under crimson skies hell's horizon Our trap will spring Unaware of our presence they'll be marching Straight to their doom We are prepared for war ready to fire

Now if I keep my eyes closed he looks just like you But he'll never stay, they never do Now if I keep my eyes closed he feels just like you But you've been replaced I'm face to face with someone new It's all the same Would've gave it all for you, cared

Some girls start crying, some girliez run away I'm like 'huh what the fuck man okay' Just relax yourself baby, its gonna be okay It's not my fault I was born dis way I'm an african come on girl you know whats up This big motherfuckin dick is whats up

That's what it's made for You know I got it Girl I forgot it But we gon' still get down like this So I can do you like this, baby So I can freak you like this, baby Know you gon' felt it like this, baby Go on and hit it Felt it like this

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Check the shit I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Lift you up, bless you with a shorty