Busy again I don't even know Even know why I keep Trying (Verse 1) I call you on the phone You are never home You say dat you gone handling business
25% of all men are unstable 25% of all men can't be faithful 30% of them don't mean what they say and 10% of the remaining 20 is gay That leaves you with
Look, my girl ain't got snobby, stuntin' like her Daddy Vroom on her Yamaha, she ride me like a Kawasaki I call her little butter, sometimes I call her
Verse One Tell me how long we gone live this lie? Look me in my face and tell me that you have faith And it don't matter how hard we try Nothing's ever
Must be nice Having someone who understands the life you live Must be nice Having someone who's slow to take and quick to give Must be nice Having someone
I was looking for God at my grandmama's house Underneath the cushions on a couch I looked all around, side to side, up and down That man, no where to
See I?m a wanted man barely living in these streets Since child support saw fit to put a warrant out on me Say I owe ?em sixty-five hundred and they want
First thing's first Baby, I apologize for all of the lies That I?ve told you up to now I promise I?ll Change my ways if you stay In my heart, in my mind
See I done been discriminated against Talked about by my friends Played a fool by women And had a daddy with no feelings I lived in ghettos with my momma
I done had money and I done been broke I done been talked about something awful Done been lied on by so many folks I done even been depressed at times
Well, hello, hey, how you doin'? Haven't seen you in a while Ya, it's been a while Girl, I really missed that smile And that thing you do with your tongue
What if I broke our monogamous agreement? What if I told you I lied but didn't mean it? What if my one mistake had the potential to break Up our happy
That's on the struggle trying to come up Man you Biggie, for all you cats Doin' that nonsense on that bullshit? You ain't Biggie nigga It's your boy, Lyfe Jennings
Lord, it's a constant struggle down here Specially when all you know how to do is hustle down here Lord, it's a miracle, I'm still breathing down here
Yeah, I mean I know what you talkin' about, brother So let me tell him I know a lot of women gonna hate it But, somebody?s gotta say it And so I nominated
Yeah, a lot a mysteries, a lot a histories Too much blowin' up and showin' up, and not enough growin' up I mean it happens, people change, yeah A brother
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all It's your boy Ghetto Superman A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife What up Young Boy? Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital
Yeah, I had to come back with something What's on my heart y'all I mean you like to look at dem girls In those short shorts, all dat good stuff But don
