Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Whew child, the ghetto

Went on one date
Started talkin' for a month
Straight mad consistent
I was mad resistant
To the friendship
When I only came for them hips
I don't stick around much
I don't stay in town much
Be about it
If you ain't 'bout it, gotta go
That's what she said to me
Feel like penitentiary
Locked up, won't let me out
If I don't get up outta here
I think I'm dyin' here
I think I'm about to see a side of me

And you ain't tryna see
I ain't tryna see
Those sides of me
I'm not tryna see

If I keep this up know I'ma end up alone
I don't even want another ten on my phone
Way too many pretty women
Leave me alone
Lock me in the studio and write me a song

And you ain't tryna see
I ain't tryna see
Those sides of me
I'm not tryna see

I, I, I just think it's funny how
You can have me lookin' so crazy in front of my friends
You know I hate embarrassment
I, I just think it's funny how
You think you untouchable 'cause you a celebrity
But let me tell you what I'm about
I'ma get this mink wet, stain it and I air it out
I'ma get your chin checked in, I don't care about
You
Wise man once said

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