Twenty five to life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase Caught in a change I cant keep chasing 'em I'm taking my life back I don't think she understands the sacrifices that I've made

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful And I think I love her more than I even understand We get so close, kissing like Eskimos It's a little bit much I know, I do She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit uh oh,

It's twisted And the more I think about it I'm caught up and I'm hanging on It's crazy but so what I may never understand it I'm gonna love you even if its wrong Baby you're a wrecking ball Crashing into me

Oh, I can't believe it Oh oh she all on me(on me) Man man I think she want me(want me) Nah I can't leave her lonely, no Cause you look so good And you don't understand she make the people say yeah, yeah, yeah She make me feel so good Better than I would

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like

Tell me how long gone are you gonna be How long gone are you gonna be How am I supposed to make any plans When I still don't even understand If you're ever gonna come back home to me I keep thinkin' any minute you'll be comin' home honey I ain't seen

She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand) In the night she hears him calling In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain In the night when she comes crawling Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face But I don't mind, I don't mind

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."

Why I got you on my mind Why I got you on my mind (you think you know somebody) Why I got you on my mind (but my heart don't understand) You don't mess with love, you mess with the truth Poured it down, so I poured it down And now I don't understand it