And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
Just curl up between your sheets
Can barely walk the city streets
On the slow jam of love
War between poorness and richness
No time to plot retreats
Just curl up between your sheets
Of whats between those hips
My team getting digits
Well its between you and dad
You got reason to brag
When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute
After these unfortunate events you'll be tongue tied and twisted
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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