Put the pounds in the trash can Gucci do the dishes, Don't nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen Bought a old school then I sat it on 6's How you cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen How you cop it, how you get it, plenty working in the kitchen

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

Na na na na na na Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American You know she's like No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere (Yeah) It's not like we planned this, Getting out of

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

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say

And she still keeps scratching me up And she still keeps Don't need no music 'cause we on repeat She love to sing much as I love the beat We do our thang when we fuck up the sheets I make your body pour, fuck up the sheets Pick you right off the floor,

Spinnin' bottles, spinnin' bottles Will it end? Nobody knows Spinnin' rooms, spinnin' wheels, spinnin' out of control She's waiting, praying, that he don't drive tonight She's pacing the floor, she's checking the time Wondering how the glow with that

Can't keep up with the pace, nigga Get the fuck up out the race, nigga Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow Pump your brakes, go slow Just like my shawty, she like it slow Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing

Get on top of that thang girl This ain't nothing to relate to You tried, you tried And you tried Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth Get on top of my thang girl Don't hold back When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall

They feel me like braille (they feel me like) She wet like a whale (she wet like a) I pull up, they bail (bail) They wishing me well (well) I don't fuck with 12 (12, I don't fuck with) Cause that is a L (ooh) Well (deet, deet, bail, deet) L's (L, L, L,