She saying, "Do you have the time To listen to me whine?" She asking, "Who's on the other line? You diss me every time"
I tell her, "Baby, I'm a star Shit, I'm above a star And now I done got so high I did forgotten who you are, are, are"
I'm in love with you but I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town.
Young Moula Baby
Hop back in my spaceship Girl, I gotta drop your ass off Last night, yeah, we were spaced, girl You love it, girl, I gotta take off Cause I'mma be here next week So call your company and take off
Cause she say, "Wayne, Wayne" So she got me all impatient Cry me a river, I can hear my conscious While I say aloud
Boy, you got a problem And you ain't fooling no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killing no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town on her own And you go by yourself, so all alone
I told her I can be with her But I can't be with her As much as she like me to, She like me too much, that's the problem Oh my God, then shorty be whilling And when I say I got to leave You wouldn't believe all of the things That she'll do and all of the things That she'll say to make me stay And I be like, 'Daaaamnnnn'
I am not going for forever I'll be back someday But she wanna go with me to outer space So we made love in the Milky Way And then I sent her on her way
Boy, you got a problem And you ain't fooling no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killing no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town on her own And you go by yourself, so all alone
And now she's not picking up the phone I don't know what to do Thinking 'bout visiting her home Landing my spaceship on her roof Going through her bedroom window only To find a man shoe on the floor. Oh no. Oh nooo, Oh, oh no.. And now I'm like, who am I to blame When she was pleading, "Wayne, If you ever leave again I don't wanna see you anymore".
Hop back in my spaceship Hoping I don't spot you at all, Cause baby, if I see ya, I'mma probably knock your ass off, Put you in the trunk, Throw him over the bridge And take off.
Boy, you got a problem And you ain't fooling no one but yourself You're like a hot revolver But you ain't killing no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town on her own And you go by yourself, so all alone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
