There’s no way that it’s not going there With the way that we’re looking at each other We just dance backwards into each other Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered Every second with you I want another But maybe we can hold off one sec So we can

Without truth Yet we want to spare the feelings of those we love We've all lied But there is always room for forgiveness my friend So don't treat me bad just be glad I am strong I know where I belong

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing game Guess what? (What?) I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate

I can't let no fuck niggas round me Money on my mind All the time, all the time Slangin', sellin', niggas tellin' Catchin' feelings, on the low Friends switchin', different women With you every night Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin' That the Lord, take

All I did is say I have feelings for you And all you do is shit all over it And tell me you want me to get over you And that you want nothing to do with me That's hurtful, Bryson I did nothing to you I've done nothing to you For a year, all you did was

For one moment I wish you'd hold your stage With no feelings at all Open-minded I'm sure I used to be so free Scraping away at my mind Please stop asking me to describe Break me in, teach us to cheat And to lie, cover up

What's with all these niggas and they feelings, man? All of this and I'm still the man Thought of this when I was just a fan But all this money wasn't in the plan Now it's all about them Benjamins Ballin' hard and you in the stands All this money I'm a

I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain From my eyes Tonight I want to cry

Broken home, all alone I just want to know the truth What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now I feel like a weak link BROKEN HOME! BROKEN HOOOOME! I can't seem to fight these feelings I'm caught in the middle of this And my wounds are not healing