Tell me that the pussy is mine, yeah Tell me that that pussy is mine, ooh Is just like me Keep it one hundred babe We both know, I'm not the only one But when I'm there, you treat a nigga And that's probably why I always come, yeah

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin' I woke up this morning, I had a boner I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner I be going through shit,

I'm so hard done by One day you'll just up and quit Yeah that's awful close But that's not why Interesting and sophisticated Refusing to be celebrated It's a monumental big screen kiss It's so deep it's meaningless Yeah and that'll be it

To let herself get used and so that's why So she got drunk last night Drunk enough to call That number in her phone that she would never call Without the alcohol But she needed an excuse She was flagging down the waiter She was feeling 'bout as faded as

I can say it more than once 'Cause I'm thinking twice as fast, yodel-ayde-a Everything I like is nice That's why I try to have it twice, yodel-ayde-a Well, once I saw a bore Who was a social whore, yodel-ayde-a And they said I had a limp And then they

Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's You gotta walk on down You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more money than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't

Aw aw aw aw You know I can make your night You wanna get it? You got something that I like But I might regret it Me and you, burnin' disaster And you're only a danger to me But the party ain't the same without you That's why you're so good for everybody

I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Shining through True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow And you've taken all you can bear Just call me up Because you know I'll be there

That's why I ball how I ball when I spoil you We was in Miami, first time I saw you I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you It was late nights, late nights in the bando Fucking on you good got you bustin' like you Rambo If you keep it hood so you

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With