(Skatterman)
I know I told you I was on my way, baby I'm tryin
I didn't intend to hurt ya, lil mama quit cryin
Made promise after promise bout us spending more time
But now it's painfully obvious that I was just lyin
And you be mad at me, tellin your friends that you ain't fuckin wit me
Truth hurts, and the truth is, you can't do nothin wit me
You make plans, and make dates, but I always break em
Your family's havin barbeque's, and I can't ever make em
You buy me gifts every month, but I don't ever take em
Friends try to trail me through the club, but I always shake em
You say you hate my ghetto ways, cuz I'm from the streets
I got you cookin up a meal, that I don't come to eat
Now I'm talkin bout comin to rip your thong off
10 minutes later, you call me, I turn my phone off
My life's messy, plus you think I stick my dick in anything sexy
That's why my last bitch left me, I'm a...
