Music: Prince Graham
i should have brought a con-, goddamn!
What?
Shit in my drawer, i forgot i should've got one
It's all right, nigga. out here being reckless in these streets, nigga.
I got a pack of, i got a pack of three i gotta use, nigga. i used the other one already
Shit, i feel you
I got a three-pack i gotta bust open
Man, **** nigga, that's a story
I might buy, i might buy a pack in there and shit
Yeah, nigga gotta hit cvs too, nigga, we gotta get some
It's a quarter to two, and i got to go
But before i do, i'm about to break you off
Think i'm better with a moon and flight, how you melt like ice, girl
So many styles, i don't even wanna decide
You're every member of the spice girls
(yeah) man, they can say what they want about me, girl, i want you
I'm on my way and i need to know what you gon' do, oooh
With me, with me, with man, with me
Do, ooh. with me, with me, with me, with me
So when i come home, i was speeding, i was racing down
You open your arms, barely made it through the door and it's on
Start on the bed, didn't close the blinds, they probably can see
Make love on the floor, until we meet again
So when i come home, i was speeding, i was racing down
You open your arms, barely made it through the door and it's on
Race me to the bed, didn't close the blinds, they probably can see
Make love on the floor, until we meet again
too late to say sorry, came to your party
Still would've played with you, sms i'm sending
Tell me, do you get the picture?
So i finish, i complain, on a little shit, you better-
When i hit that road, you sick, yeah, i'm on the way home and you better now
To the left, could've left me broken-hearted again, but you better now
I hope you know
Got a soft spot for you, but then my heart turned to stone
Can't you hear me crying out?
(yeah) man, they can say what they want about me, girl, i want you
I'm on my way and i need to know what you gon' do, oooh
With me, with me, with man, with me
Do, ooh. with me, with me, with man, with me
So when i come home, i was speeding, i was racing down
You open your arms, barely made it through the door and it's on
Start on the bed, didn't close the blinds, they probably can see
Make love on the floor, with your legs to the ceiling
So when i come home, i was speeding, i was racing down
You open your arms, barely made it through the door and it's on
Race me to the bed, didn't close the blinds, they probably can see
Make love on the floor, until we meet again