| If you really want me to |
| I’ll keep you safe incase they come for you |
| It’s '99, but it’s feelin' like it’s '92 |
| My hair get long, way longer than my fuckin' life with you |
| I’m in the dark, cryin' hard |
| Tear drops up on my fuckin' shoes |
| You say you happy |
| I say, bitch that’s good for you |
| You say you hate me |
| I respond with, I love you too |
| It’s nothin' new, with my brothers on the fuckin' stoop |
| Still doin' what’ll end up killin' me, the funny thing is |
| I could never give a fuck if you never ever end up feelin' me |
| Girlfriends they hearin' me, Boyfriends they fearin' me |
| Skinny white motherfucker, rollin' up another blunt |
| And sippin' up on my Hennessy |
| Said that you’d be there for me, tell me what did I do |
| Turn to ghost when the flashbacks go |
| I’m dying with a thought of a thought of you |
| You know deep down that you wish you’d never done it |
| Now you’re all alone and I truly hope you love it, yeah |
| Ridin' on them thangs, I’m feelin' like a mack |
| My cell phone ringin', I never answer that |
| Ridin' on them thangs, I’m feelin' like a mack |
| My cell phone ringin', I never answer that |