Caught in the moment, tangled up in your sheets My imagination's too creative Falling, falling, needed something to believe in, oh But it was all in my head It was all in my head (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, look at you, boy, I invented you Your Gucci tennis

She's not cryin' anymore There's a smile upon her face A new love takes my place She used to cry when I'd come home late She couldn't buy the lies I told All she wanted was to be needed Someone that she could call her own The love I know I took for

All she needed was some At a Clippers' game on the court-side Watch a nigga' shoot like a .4-5 They mad at me, too, I got more fire Why these bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger) Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy I ain't fucking with