Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

Wanted a woman, never bargained for you Been dazed and confused for so long it's not true Lots of people talk and few of them know Soul of a woman was created below, yeah You hurt and abused tellin' all of your lies Run around sweet baby, Lord how they

I know you got away, I know you got away All my time is consumed with your face I tell myself that this feeling will fade Na na na na na na na And I know, and I know, and I know that it won't I've seen you in my dreams You turn them to gold and shatter

Ya know what I mean Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Let me tell ya a little something, Yeah, alright Busta 1995, this year I want One of them Crazy, Sexy-Cool women Ya know what I'm sayin' One of them real crazy, just sexy

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

I got new rules, I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Called and got no answer Wrote this fuckin' anthem, alert you like it's amber (like amber) But she say I'm canceled Did you not, not tell me not to say another lie (lie to me) Not to play with you and I, I Know somebody like you is hard to find Put a

Wish we could stay all night Tell all your friends and bring your mom and them I wish we could stay all night Well, we're gonna have to pay for the hotel, oh well Least the drinks are free Oh, I don't know if it's right But tonight I'm tyin' one on you

I've got new rules, I count 'em I've gotta tell them to myself You ain't getting over him One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Impossible, impossible Tell them all I know now Shout it from the roof tops Write it on the sky line All we had is gone now Tell them I was happy And my heart is broken I remember years ago