I swear that I love your smile, need that shit so bad

And she say that she want come 'round 'cause she ain't got no pad

This that shit they talk up on but I swear that I'm glad

And you can go like right my wrongs but I swear you come

Ba-back, she come so, and I swear that I ba-back, need it right back

And I swear that I can't like talk to you, you too fast

And I swear that she off them drugs, she need that new past (You said you were gonna call)

I swear that I love your smile, need that shit so bad

And she say that she want come 'round 'cause she ain't got no pad

This that shit they talk up on, but I swear that I'm glad

And you can go, like, right my wrongs, but I swear you come

(jssr)

(Call)

She don't wanna talk to me, and I swear that's too much

They just want link my pockets, want my blue bucks

And I can't get to them, can't give two like fucks

And I swear she love drugs, fuck her mood right up

She just wan' talk to me, but I can't talk right now

They just wan' spread like piece, but they gon' start fights now

And I can't say I trust you, 'cause I don't

And she can't say she love me 'cause she (won't)

Wait, you're right

I forgot to mention the pivotal role of the work ethic in this family