Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho I'm thinking to myself you ain't gang, nigga, fuck you Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you If he had the password to your phone he wouldn't have cuffed you Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should've trusted

I'm better as a memory than as your man I move on like a sinner's prayer Letting go like a levee breaks Walk away as if I don't care Learn to shoulder my mistakes I'm built to fade like your favorite song I get reckless when there's no need Laugh as your

(Hoo hoo wooh true) I will stay true I could have another but I probably shouldn't I've got somebody at home, and if I stay I might not leave alone No, honey I'm good, I could have another but I probably shouldn't Singing out oh oh oh oh oh (Hoo hoo wooh

Oh, Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone Wake up, Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused, but I feel

I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home Mama called about the paper turns out they wrote about me Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me So many people should have seen what we got going on I only wanna put my heart and my life

If she can keep it all runnin' Keeps it runnin' You saw right through every last bit of me I should've known it from your energy We've got this synergy, your soul was close like it remembers me Instilled in me 90 degrees in California, you put chills in

Something's got a hold on me Love or somethin like it's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain' free Show me a bar with a good lookin woman Then just get out of my way Show me the jukebox, I'll tell you a song you should play Sooner a later a few shots

Ooo, ooo the Taliban, baby But you know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be Ride camel, ride My ol' lady she'll be here with me Just smilin' ride by my side We should do just fine out around Palestine Or maybe Turkministan I'm just a

I ain't gotta front, I get what I want If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front She got a fattie, I hit from the back They should have never let me in the sack I'm living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I'm in the pack Stuck in my ways, chasing this

Shouldn't I be with you Pretending I don't care When you know as well as I Or just a second wind For the good old song that we use to call pretending What would you have me do Just turn and walk out on you And leave you standing there That would be