Well,
Now he's staring at me like
As if he was starin' in a mirror

She yells honey let me explain

He says you don't have to go no further
I can clearly see what's goin' on
Behind my back, in my bed, in my home

Then I said wait a minute now hold on
I said mister we can work this out

She said honey don't lose control
Tried to get him to calm down

He said hoe I should've known
That you would go and do some bogus shit up in my house
But the Christian in me gave you the benefit of the doubt

I said we need to resolve this
Then he stepped to me, I'm like whoa
There's a reason I'm in this closet

He says, yeah like what, are you talkin' clothes
I met this girl at the Plagis club
And she told me she didn't have a man

Then he said man please,
I'd kill you if you didn't have that gun in ya hand
And I said but yo chick chose me

He said don't give me that mack shit please
His phone goes off and then things get a little more interesting
He steps a little closer
I point my gun and says I'm not the one you after

He says son I bet you didn't know my man
Did she tell you that I was a pastor

I said well good that's betta right
Why can't we handle this Christian- like
And I started to put the gun down
Til I saw his face still had that frown

She started cryin', sayin' baby I'm sorry
Then he said baby not as sorry as you're gonna be
I started inchin' out

He says no I want you to see this
Said I gotta get out this house
He said not til I reveal my secret
I'm like what is goin on inside his head
Then he takes his phone and calls somebody up and says
Hello, Baby, turn the car around
Listen I just need for you to get right back here now (Click)
He looks at me and says well since we're all comin' out the closet
I'm not about to be the only one that's broken hearted

She said what do you mean
And he said just wait and see
I said somebody betta talk to me
And then his phone rings
He picks up and somebody says sweetheart I'm downstairs
And he's like I'll buzz you up
I'm on the fifth floor, hurry take the stairs
And I'm like who is this mystery lady that you're talking to

He says in time you both will know the shockin' truth
Baby this is something I been wanting to get off my chest for a long, long time

Then I said nigga I'm a shoot you both if you don't say what's on ya mind
He said wait I hear somebody comin' up the stairs
And I'm lookin' at the door
He says I think you betta sit down in the chair

I says I'm gonna count to four
1, he says mister wait
2, she says please don't shoot
3, he says don't shoot me
4, she screams
Then a knock at the door, the guns in my hands
He opens the door, I can't believe it it's a man

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ROBERT S. KELLY