This is a song about "Left"

She likes the way it hits her lips

And i'm left for the corrections,

I'm still confused about why you left

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

That left ya without hope

Then later we can elope

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

'till there's nothin' left.

Hold my tears i tried my best

Take away what ever's left

Bout time i got my respect

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

With the rest who are left

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Promises that had us left assured