March 05, 2008


Okay so you be that thug dude…on your grind
Care most about that quap, that’s what stays on your mind
I grab for attention, you tell me I’m crazy
And that the whole reason I don’t see you is cuz you know I’m busy with my baby
Excuses—for me, you tell me I’m wil’en, I’m wil’n I’m frustrated, I’m through
You I don’t stress over no dude, I mean you cool and all but the same shit still applies to you