Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh) But it's too late, it's too late You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you And your white horse, to come around Say you're sorry That face of

'Cause everybody fucks, la la la la Let your body decide what it does Love me tonight girl we won't meet again Don't fight the feeling cause love ain't a sin It's okay baby 'cause everybody fucks I know you don't do these type of things on the first

Tryna pose a threat, go at your mommy It's okay, 'kay (Okay) Just in case a nigga try to play, play, play It's okay, 'kay (Wheezy, Pluto) Yeah, baby ain't play, play Last name Hndrxx whatever I do (Wheezy outta here) Woo, everything we do, we goin' dummy

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

So all my ladies say hey hey hey daddy Hey hey hey daddy You know your daddy's home (daddy's home) So you ain't got to give my loving away It's time to play (so it's time to play) And I know you've been waiting for this love in your day Is you say

Me and my team gotta intervene What's the point of livin' if you ain't livin' a dream? We live in a era where everybody want everything Everybody want a better thing Tryna feel ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing Man, the game been

If you want And it’s out of luck Yeah, yeah, there ain’t nothing There ain’t nothing here for me There ain’t nothing here for me anymore But I don’t wanna be alone We could be runaways, running from

It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out

Tell me why you ain’t been callin’ Tell me why you waste my time Tell me why you won’t just tell me it’s alright (stop the show) No reason no warning Oh your words weren't deep Yeah I feel like a fool, I'm yours to keep Don't you think I need the truth?