posted at the bar, she said what'll it be?
i pointed at myself, and i said 'who me?'
she let out a giggle, said 'it's on me'
got money and she's fine, hoo-wee
drank our drinks, showed me a room key
went up faster than one-two-three
she laid down, i said 'what you think?'
'so far, i been in charge, now you do me'
the next day, i call just to holla
and i ask "aye girl, where you at?
"i'm at work just chasin my dollas"
i'm thinkin tonight u and me run it back
hit a 5-star restaurant, upper echelon
pays the check, and hops in the SLR
the kinda woman i need, independent
but leaves the bedwork to me
i love her cuz she got her own
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Verse to 'Therapy' [Originally by T-Pain & Kanye West]
i think i need some therapy
all the bullshit, almost buried me
and i survived, but barely
but dude in the mirror be scarin me
its nothin a few shots can't fix
no big, you and me just can't mix
like a bad dj, you disappoint
i say stuff, but u dont get the point
but its my bad, my bad
u didnt feel what i had
felt, i need help, i need to
learn to cope cuz i'm by me self
maybe i just do too much
maybe i could use a crutch
like a cute nurse who'd take care of me
now that's what i call some therapy
gimme some of that morphine
gimme some more endorphines
i'm tryin to stop my heart
and y'all look at me like 'poor thing'
i'm sick of yall, i'm goin out
find a good girl and we goin out
she'll see the real me and feel me,
while im in the bed, sayin heal me
all the bullshit, almost buried me
and i survived, but barely
but dude in the mirror be scarin me
its nothin a few shots can't fix
no big, you and me just can't mix
like a bad dj, you disappoint
i say stuff, but u dont get the point
but its my bad, my bad
u didnt feel what i had
felt, i need help, i need to
learn to cope cuz i'm by me self
maybe i just do too much
maybe i could use a crutch
like a cute nurse who'd take care of me
now that's what i call some therapy
gimme some of that morphine
gimme some more endorphines
i'm tryin to stop my heart
and y'all look at me like 'poor thing'
i'm sick of yall, i'm goin out
find a good girl and we goin out
she'll see the real me and feel me,
while im in the bed, sayin heal me
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