Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying they're a road brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the

I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' I don't take shit from no one

I just turned, just turned down your avenue I had to but I'm mad at you But that's you, you was actin' rude I had to ask you if you had a few 'Cause you always say I gotta attitude, oh You always say I gotta attitude You always say I gotta attitude, oh I

These are my confessions Just when I thought I said all I can say My chick on the side said she got one on the way Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions If I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it

I just want you to be normal Why can't you bitches be normal? Always gotta be so extra Why can't you be normal? Yo, how do I keep (I don't know what's up with these hoes, man) Getting in relationships like this? (I'm just sayin') Maybe it says something

Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (get on your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet

Yo tech, it's the last call baby it's good Yeah, you know a remix just feels right dog? Before we get outta here, you gotta drop one last gem on them Knahmsayin? No question, it's like the elders told me No one person can do anything, but everyone

I make her think I love her Just so I can fuck her when I want Gotta take these trips, gotta get it, hold up Say she see me gettin' money She ain't know like she know Girl I, girl I I can't open up to you Now every time I'm around you I feel so amazing

Yeah I know that I let you down Is it too late to say I'm sorry now? I'm sorry, yeah Is it too late now to say sorry? Sorry, yeah You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies I hope I don't run out

It's in the way you want me The way you show me just what love's made of It's in the way we make love It's in the way you hold me You've got a way with me Somehow you got me to believe In everything that I could be I've gotta say-you really got a way