trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make me have you in the trauma center With your momma crying cause her only son is dying She don
ya miss me and ya wishing for some private time Girl how could we get that way? [Verse 1: Wale] Look, another day another dollar She hate me when I leave
miss me and ya wishing for some private time Girl how could we get that way? [Wale - Verse 1] Look, another day another dollar She hate me when I leave
lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill me with second-hand obstables But, only to make matters worse Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie From Optima staffing figure laughing
blue cheese on my menu next [Koujo] Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still Tied face goons surround me like cancer Drill me with second-hand
down the highway She's at the driver's seat Manicured nails on the volume key It's summer finally, still only ten degrees She don't watch the road, she watches me She
fault you know. Just relax, let me do what I gotta do & I'll let you go. Don't you love me ? Don't you love me ? DON'T YOU LOVE ME ? Breathe in deep
strong vibration When she just says my name And it drives me crazy 'Cause I don't know if she feels the same But she likes to breathe some mystery in all she does She laughs
and I thought she was so right for me, Truth be told spent every night with me. Talkin' on the phone, Never trying to fight with me, I almost though she
anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For bitches who don't know me ... They wanna blow me
'm too drunk to drive And she doesn't get all jealous when I hang out with the guys She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does She brings me Mexican
She's got eyes comparable to sunrise And it doesn't stop there Man I swear She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten And now she's even got her own song But movin' on She
they took me to the alley to have a little chat people lined the corner doin' this and that in wild america now i 'm in a black car with my mexicana she
don't love no.. (never love her) She, say, she, slick I'm, like, baby, please She, say she's got a man but what's that got to do with me? (f'real) Some
it's sad, but you gotta just up and leave forever Know it sounds crazy but, trust me she gon' learn because she ain't never dealt with that And don't trip, she