What do-I-do-I do?
She took my heart my money & my shoes
So I ask
What do-I-do-I do?
There was no defense for an offense like this
Calm to the point where this seemed practiced... practice? ya.. practice
Like cadence like self control like free throws
The words printed in between these lines only said 1 thing, “mine”
The booty had me handing over cabbage
That's messed up, cause I don't normally share vegetables
Driving all over town trying to find something to show my affection monetarily
Momentarily I was sure my mind was lost in a sea of brown eyes, tight pants & hundred dolla bills!
Giving up the dough faster than a stick-up
Homies ask “what's up?”
“WHAT'S UP!?... you aight man?”
CHORUS:
Realizing it was love that had me feeling like this, fleeing like this
Thank GOD for the traction on these Jordan's
'Cause there was about to be a slip
On the ground
A slip....
Of the tongue & I ain't brush my teeth since morning
Intense look
Line, sinker, hook
Homies had heard the herald harking
But a brother like me was still sky larking
So it was not surprising returning to an empty crib
Empty shoe box
Empty envelope
With a letter sitting outside saying;
“Pruf, sorry just wasn't working. By the way.... your job called”
CHORUS:
End