It wasn't about the sex
A coward dies a thousand deaths
And we havin' rough sex
I'm on deck i'm up next
Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests
All my nigears r in the projects
Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
It's spooky but #rated #r dies in this movie,
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Before you see what i'm rated
No car key and i mean that
Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex
Leave the keys with that bitch, jets
Chillin' with homies and family
L y r i to the c
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