I wear my emotions on my sleeve like a Bill Cosby sweater
Its a cold world out here and im just dressin for the weather
Trying to find that good girl, I want that together forever
But it seems all the good girls is gone, my heart captured is a never
Some people says its a problem but i claim it as a virture
Men always try to hide their feelings, females never know the real you
Well i for 1 am tired of the lying and bullshit
Giving it to these females straight real, call me Young Authentic
They say relationships is bout trust but 4real they built on lies
Aint a man alive that can claim they first instinct wasnt to just get between those thighs
Probably why all they females sittin at home crying out they eyes
Just trying to figure out what they did wrong and what they did right
But i aint taking all the blame cuz females do the same shit
Real talk most yall call a nigga back just looking for some dick
These chicks really think they slick but ya boy is to sick
Puttin fake chicks on front street, yall times up like flame to a candle yall chicks is just wicks
See me ima be all the way real and just say whats on my mind
Tired of all these fake chicks takin up all my time
So heres my resume through a rhyme let me know if i get the job
Ima care for you, love you, look after you, for no cost but im somthin like the boss of the mob
I guess im just a different breed of nigga, raised different since i was young at home
So damn tired of searching for good girls, out here feelin like Google Chrome
But in the mean time im bout to just accept this cheap dome
Naw that shit aint right, i dont got that hoe ass nigga syndrome
This is less of a plea and more of a deceleration
Tired of working this hard im on my Jeezy shit, i just need a vacation
Wherever yall good girls at yall need to come my way and put that body in motion
In the mean time ima get like Ludacris and mix me up a new love potion
These feelings is more then a sleeve like Tyga they gettin under my skin like lotion
But when that good girl comes and shares that love ima be just like Smokey Robinson...
I'll second that emotion.
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