I

Always hit you first

Let you leave with all my shirts

Thank god I don’t got a nice chain or diamond rings they’d all end up hers

What’s mine is hers

What’s mine is hers

I would let u rock my chain girl,

but what would I be getting in exchange ?

I would let u rock my whole world,

Mike Jack records playing loud while we smoking mary jane

Hop up in that spaceship

Duck off on the eastside

So sick of that song

Girl I just Ne-Yo time

Every time you here I’m wishing we could slow time

Every time you leave I’m

wishing we had mo’ time

Every time we freak yea

it’s always to that motown,

lil baby got a old soul don’t wanna fuck to Chris Brown

Hate to “Say Goodbye” I rather hear “Take You Down”

Every time I’m on the road I’m praying you ain’t with them clowns,

tripping out yea

I

Always hit you first

Let you leave with all my shirts

Thank god I don’t got a nice chain or diamond rings they’d all end up hers

What’s mine is hers

What’s mine is hers

Way more songs about you then last tape,

This shit turning into “Songs about Jane”

Maroon 5

Way less rappin’ and more croon time

Give you everything like silver spoon time

How the fuck I’m thinkin’ bout you noon-time

Sunday morning ?

Usually yeah that’s reserved for ball games

Usually that’s me and E we choose between the IPAs and champagne with OJ

‘bout a bag like Lucky Daye n Coltrane

Still remember when that was your favorite song

Spend my nights tryna make shit that sound the same

I hate that I know you and my momma would along?

What happens when you gone but pictures on the walls is framed?

I hate when snap gimme reminders when we was young

All it does is remind me ‘bout how far we came

I only trust a few and if I do I’m holdin’ on

Man I guess that’s one way that we just ain’t the same,

damn

I

Always hit you first

Let you leave with all my shirts

Thank god I don’t got a nice chain or diamond rings they’d all end up hers

What’s mine is hers

What’s mine is hers