Hey, my name Brett Michael. See a pretty girl over there so I might go investigate, no time to wait, y'all don't understand but you might though. Bleach blonde hair with a granny sweater, said “I can see myself with her, she a trend setter.” Yeah, and from the moment I said high I swore I had bu*terflies when I met her, yeah. Now I forget the date, is it September? Waking up hung over thinking is there school? I don't remember. You think it's cool to get on a bus and after looking in your eyes they realize “oh wait, he from the hood, what a surprise, he ain't one of us, how come it's just me and a circle of people who really just don't understand what the f** happened to chivalry what the f** happened to being a man, damn. Stop making excuses like trust me, I been through this, don't do this. Kissing in the halls, I was grabbing it, funny how your momma wasn't having it, yeah, cause now I got you on the kitchen counter opening you up with one hand like the cabinet, I'd rather spit then sit here and do this sh** we call grinding. Playing hide and seek with all this money and I'm finding that timing is of the essence, and all these rappers need to grow a pair on the mic, this isn't even essence. This some Brett is going hard sh**, nah, this the girl that took my heart sh**, yeah, n' I'm still tryna figure out what the f** I was talking ‘bout when I was on some we should part sh**. Now I forget the date is it November I wake to conversations ‘bout good s** I don't remember, how the f**'d I say I love her but I couldn't even write her a letter to let her know I'm sorry and I can't forget her but I'm better now, higher than your ruler so you better bow cause like