I hate you when you make me feel like I don't really understand
Been together so long now I feel like a gold ball trapped in some motherf*cking sand
Can I get out? Is it too rough? Is it too much? Never too much
It's been awhile since the player been single
Back when I had the high top fade, with low down braids yea a brotha looked saucy
She say I get a little arrogant when she know damn well she the one that get a little bossy
If love gotta price what the cost be
Shit my debit card froze
Sometimes I drive really fast with my eyes closed
Can't afford your love, can't afford your time
I'ma pour some wine, and get drunken blind
This uncertainty in this life of mine
Will we speak again, are we going mime
Are we going mime
Are we going mime
Is it worth it in the end? should we just remain as friends
Would we ever speak again? Uncertain questions
I hate you when you make me feel like I don't really understand
Had problems with ya ex, but you gone be an ex, if you don't stop thinking bout the man
Should I get out? Is it too rough? Is it too much? Never too much
Its been awhile since a nigga been single
This for my ladies, for my damies
It goes round like ceiling fan
Too oblivious, too mysterious to be steering us with one hand
Some things are better off unsaid
Sometimes a nigga wish that he was dead
Sometimes I drive really fast with my eyes closed