Music: Mack Keane
Let me tell you something about
She been chasing money and peril
Working late nights in an alley
Ever since she came to Cali'
Every man tryna at her
Come with solutions, but the toruble come after
I was a nice guy when I met her
Under pressure
I see you jumping way too soon, you hurt yourself, I bet you are
I can't hear you
Ooh, your head is aching, body shaking, know you're sick of love
But I can't hear you
(Heal you, oh)
(Heal you, oh)
I miss you, I wish you'd come
I guess you're gonna come with your mom
I don't know what the date is, but
Hope you're having a good time
Call me, bye-bye