What did your mama tell you about lies She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one What did your daddy tell you about lies He said one white one turns into a black one So, it's gettin' ready to blow It's gettin' ready to show Somebody shot off at the

Down to the bone “There’s a sadness in your playing,” she said “That penetrates my bones Something in your intonation, something in your tone My name for you is Sad Trombone Yes, my name for you is Sad Trombone.” Now when the light goes out and the music

Often, often, girl I do this often Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it She asked me if I do this every day, I said often Asked how many times she rode the wave, not so often Bitches down to do it either way, often Baby I can make that pussy rain,

And this hope That keep me holding on That makes me carry on You can never give up She said, "Son there'll be times when the tides are high And the boat may be rocky, you can cry Just never give up

I just want for you to keep it real, baby I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions You ever killed somebody before? (Hahaha) I don't play like that, you

She didn't say no I got a long way to go She said hell no But in her eyes I could see Guess it slipped my mind Now I'm in trouble deep See the last two years in a row I forgot Our anniversary So I come rushin' in

You know she left me, my baby left me My baby even left me, never said goodbye My baby even left me, never said a word Yes, my baby left me, never said a word Was it something I done, something that she heard? But, I stand at my window, wring my hands

Said she'd be back soon And I don't want nobody else to break the seal Let me tell you 'bout my baby She's like a leaf shakin' on a tree My baby don't have to work And she don't have to rob and steal I said my baby don't have to work Man, she don't have

If I could tell her But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start But he kept it all inside his head What he saw he left unsaid Tell her everything I see How she's everything to me He thought you were awesome

I said close your mouth and eat You make some paper, than you make your own rules Poor fool, streets don't love you like I do They call me Tity Boi 'cause she used to spoil me She always told me (My momma always said aye, damn) I'm from the hood, it's