…
(Ugh, I hate Kevin)
"Where u been at", that's what she textin'
Answer, repeat it, then you askin' why I question
Still undefeated with knockin' down my suggestions
Scared that the past gon take hold of your reflection
Head turnin' back, poke it out, send out a message
And hit reply
Damn, I done caught a blessin'
No need to worry, just use me at your discretion
I'm never findin' love again, gimme a lesson
Change clothes, scoop you up, c'mon let's roll around
Never been, but to be honest, I can hold you down
You a pro, well ima legend, Wilt Chamberlain
Leave you achin' in different places, see you takin' it
No relationship since we heard about entanglements
Well anyway, we entangled in different positions
Used to relate
I been out here makin' a difference
Heart been broke, now pay me a visit
Gotta thank my niggas for my makin' my head strong
Took a quarter century just to see all my dead wrongs
Let the whole mag go, prolly bounce off my damn dome
Scoop up all the lead just to write you this sad song
You ever talked yo nigga out committin' suicide
When truthfully it was you who willin' and down to die
Skeletons in ya closet, I was battlin' poltergeist
Fractions make em whole again, Babylonians multiply
"Where u been at", that's what she textin'
Answer, repeat it, then you askin' why I question
Still undefeated with knockin' down my suggestions
Scared that the past gon take hold of your reflection
Head turnin' back, poke it out, send out a message
And hit reply
Damn, I done caught a blessin'
No need to worry, just use me at your discretion
I'm never findin' love again, gimme a lesson
Change clothes, scoop you up, c'mon let's roll around
Never been, but to be honest, I can hold you down
You a pro, well ima legend, Wilt Chamberlain
Leave you achin' in different places, see you takin' it
No relationship since we heard about entanglements
Well anyway, we entangled in different positions
Used to relate
I been out here makin' a difference
Heart been broke, now pay me a visit
Gotta thank my niggas for my makin' my head strong
Took a quarter century just to see all my dead wrongs
Let the whole mag go, prolly bounce off my damn dome
Scoop up all the lead just to write you this sad song
You ever talked yo nigga out committin' suicide
When truthfully it was you who willin' and down to die
Skeletons in ya closet, I was battlin' poltergeist
Fractions make em whole again, Babylonians multiply
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Writer(s): Charles Swinton
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