Month: January 2011

Why you gotta be so kind hearted
Why you couldn’t be a con artist
Why you couldn’t be mischievous or just a little devious the moment we first started
Why you never ask for nothin just a little time
Why you let me use yours cuz I don’t got mines
Why you always lift me up when I’m completely givin up and when niggas holla ‘what’s up’ you give a dry response
Why you givin me your last knowin you ain’t got it
Why you always buy me somethin when you go shoppin
Why you tell me that you love me why you always thinkin of me want my company rather than goin club hoppin
Why you treatin my mama like she your mama too
Why you makin promises that you’ll forever do
Whatever just to make me happy want enough to have a family

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