Plan A - What Do I Do? lyrics

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