Stay high and holy

Ain't into watches, don't mind the Rollie

I ain't a pastor, you bastards, I keep a black pistol-y

Chubby young jit talk slick, rollin' like Roly Poly

At fifteen my girlfriend was thick and she would slowly blow me

I would beat it down when she come around

She was down, she would help me sack all my nicks and dimes

She was fine, I was in my feelings, I was out my mind

It's the-, it's the-, it's the teenage love, making love, no glove

It's the-, it's the-, it's the abortion money, gotta get it up

It's the-, it's the-, I still feel like we still killed our baby girl

It's the-, it's the-, it get worse, and had a baby by a thug

It's the-, finally understand why women go to church and hum

You can hit 'em with a hurt so deep they heart can't come back from

Smile and make each other cum but could not overcome the slum

I remember the last time that we made love on the mama's sofa

Told me she was pregnant by this older **** and it's over

A couple summers and our teenage love had turned to somethin' slummer

I can't love her like I used to, she somebody's baby mama

But she call me to come over when she go to see her mama

And we make love and she talk about her stress and all her drama

As the project light would shine through the project window blinds

I would slowly stroke her body, I would try to pick her mind

I asked her, "What you gonna be?" and she said, "Michael, I'm gonna be fine"

Told me with my brilliant mind

"You gon' be better than fine"

Told me I had places to travel

And she really wasn't into flyin'

Told me I was more than a dope boy

Don't follow the deaf, dumb and blind

Done seen her a couple of times

And told her, "aye, baby, I owe you"

She hugged me, held on me tight

"You did it Micheal, I told you"

See, she was such a fine young thang (Such a fine young thang)

But that ain't my side of things (Yeah)

Think I might touch the danger for the love

She my summer love

In the throes of love, ah

She my summer love

My love

Summer love, ah

Slummer love, oh

So many promises, promises, promises

Aye, aye, aye

So many promises, promises, promises

Aye, aye, aye, aye

You and me are sour in pale light, still I hear (The sun going down)

Still hear the voices

Still hear your voice, yeah

I remember

I remember you called and said, "Michael I am pregnant"

I responded, "Baby girl, a baby girl might be a blessing"

And I ain't Usher, baby but this here is my confession

I must own it, I didn't want it, even now I know I'm flexin'

'Cause all that raw dog sex and I knew I would get you pregnant

And all this teenage love is really just about posessin'

They call it adolescence 'cause we learnin' adult lessons

And I ain't grown because I rolled some stones and carry weapons

I was rubbin' on your tummy when your mommy asked for money

Told me, "Your procedure's Monday and she gon' need like four hunnid"

And had I known your mother wasn't gon' never let you keep it

I wouldn't have told my partners, would've kept that news a secret (Secret)

I was young, we had told everybody

Boy, if you lived in the ghetto, in the hood

And you seen some of these people that was getting pregnant

You would realize like, they can't afford to get pregnant

They don't need to be pregnant

This girl could go to school, this girl is smart

Her parents ain't paying for it

She actually gon' get a scholarship, but she ain't gon' tell 'em that she been fuckin'