[Verse 1: Joseph Cook]
She told me I'm a sweeterman
But she saying she don't need a man
I warn I got sweeter jam
And you can Sam's Club
Sample me and we can still be friends
Come thru to my room
You can even roll one up
But you know that I ain't smoking none
And no matter how the fat a**, that sh** gon' hold up
What a rhymer gotta spit to hit it
Think I'm fiending not so sweet man I admit it
Ima need that schedule place and date and time to get it
Think I'm wilding might save up for an island with it
We boutta cozy in the tropics
Fairy tale we boutta be the lunch table topics
Third party gave a five rating boutta the toppy
So it's business meeting talking and the topics looking sloppy, oh!
TV Censor want it just a lil' sweeter
But I'm fiending and the pink walls be holding vita
Know that Ima greet em for free while these n***as k**ing visas
She bout her rain kisses
She be on her Nick Sparks
I'm just young and down
1995 Mad wild I'm on my Larry Clark
She said that I'm a Sweeterman
But she saying she don't need a man
I know that she don't mean it then
What she really saying is she think that she don't need me man