I just want to show you off Drive em all crazy, watch all the boys hate me Is that so wrong? Come on I just want the world to see how lucky I am It's a fine girl, damn, be all I ever saw We can go around, club hopping Tell you all I want to do is drop in

They can call me whatever they want For them to sing along to when I'm gone Put my heart where everyone can see Call me crazy You can call me whatever you want But that won't change me I just don't care what the world says I'm gonna make it

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with

All that you touch All that you see All that you taste All you feel All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All you save All that you give All that you deal

I realize, that I'm feelin' it Kissed the girls, made them cry Why you gangsta, all the time? Though sometimes, I can deal with it It's a love and hate relationship That's a thug's nature (That's a nigga nature) Thuggin life, and gettin' high but that's

Tell me how to feel about you now Oh, let me know Do I suffocate or let go? I can't call you a stranger But I can't call you I know you think that I erased you You may hate me but I can't hate you And I won't replace you Think I'm tired of getting over it

When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean

How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't

You know I'm a high roller Before I was on, fucked on the twins Wake up every day, know that I am blessed Counting up my cake, getting all them checks Pull up in a Wraith, I'm just trying to flex Why you want to hate, you do it the best I'm a high roller

It got a little crazy last night Last thing I remember I told the bartender Mix rum and whatever you have First one drink, then two then I woke up with you So I know things can't be all that bad But it's still a little hazy Steel drums still ringing in