i hope we dont, but 85% chance we gone end up just friends. not the one for each other to lean on for anything. i cant even imagine that. man man man…

fab taught us how to put these bitches in a tomb/ but they keep tellin me that im too young to be a groom/ i gotta sweep you off ya feet so we can jump the broom/ so you can call a nigga baby when im in the womb, on our honeymoon…yeahhhhhh

Little does she know she still got a nigga heart Over time all of these wounds will heal Very confusing yet its clear where I wanna end up Every moment I’m not with you, I wish that I was