[Intro: Al Right]
Something great's gonna tear us apart
And I guess one day I'll be leaving your heart regardless
Of the days that we threw in the dark
Are my explanations better than a superstar?
‘Cause one day I'll be reaching the stars
And god bless your face and the way that you are, so heartless
You're the b**h I will never recall, is that correct to mention?
‘Cause now I got a new direction
‘Cause now I got a new direction
Unless you give me more erections
[Verse 1: Al Right]
It is always so appalling the way your body moving
In the club I'd be looking for that sh** all evening
This ain't a punk so why do you look so mad
I am just another middle finger to the douchebags
And a f**ing tag problem, uh
Okay I got it this is something worth solving, uh
But if you're looking at me I can't help the non-sense
That's right up in my face like I've just seen a phantom
This is for my best friends this is for the haters
This is for my one thousand fans on my page, no
This is for my cell phone f** I need a pager
‘Cause everybody's calling like they want a who*e, just another
But I am no longer playing with b**hes
Unless I got to throw out the dishes and eat a p**y for my breakfast
I am kind of random this sh** is electric
f** all handsome, ugly is the new sh**
Well I am the new sh** come and try to test me
And LPJ had these b**hes down for breast feed
This ain't what I aim for but f** it if you mess with me
I will lead your body corpse up to the airport
And fly you to Miami where the sun is dry
No wonder why you've been living in a lie
I was f**ing with the truth making babies by the dozen
I ain't f**ing with no youth I don't like my generation
I'd rather cross words than cross fit
Use a Apple Bottom Jeans reference to the club, b**h all of this had me noxious
I'd be looking for the proper ways just lend on templates
But these motherf**ers don't have faith
I guess I'll go on with the beats that I'm making and the b**hes I'm screwing
I thought we started from the bottom now we're here was a legend
I'm getting way more confident on my way to the top
I'm holding puffs I'm not looking to stop
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Tell me baby is it cool to touch?
Tell a man that you can trust, not just a fool to loss
Coming to get you on a bust
It's so ironic
Exotic on the verge of erotic
I'm hitting switches on misses like I been fixed with hydraulics
My up and down like a roller coaster, here I come inside you
I ain't stopping 'til the show is over, cause I'ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
And let you get on top of something to fly about
Catch you at a club, your hips got me fending
Body talking quick to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doing eighty on the freeway, catch me if you can
Forgive me i'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, plus the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the pa**port
Just like Aladdin's switch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me, the champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what my folks need
Make some more cheese, funk, ya don't need
Approachin ladies with a pa**ion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy sugar now tell me how you want it
[Outro: Al Right]
That marijuana got me thinking I could be the one you wanted
So goes the end of the story