[Chorus] I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls
[Verse 1: Topaz Jones] What else did you expect me to do? Somethin' special in them jeans, they be stretchin' the truth She put a, pep in her step, the Pepé Le Pews And have the reverend sweatin', half the choir left in the pew If you bring her home to momma, bet she'll never approve Plus she love to ask about the one that you've been exclusive with Cross her, that could be the nail in yo' crucifix I hear the tick-tock and now I'm tryna lock her down Your homies sayin' don't commit, n*gga shop around Birds flock around, we flirt a bit But soon as I find time for us to kick it, then I'm Charlie Brown And what's the cause of it? If it's a fatal attraction, what's the laws of it? I really need the attention, give me all of it I flick it up for the freaks, I bet they all love it
[Chorus] I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls
[Verse 2: Topaz Jones] I used to say "When I get older I'll have all the hoes" But my momma raised me right so I don't call them hoes I mean I call em but it's just on some platonic shit At least until the chronic lit, gin and tonic mix You ain't the man unless you got a chick for every occasion Milkshake from McDonald's thick, skinny and basic And subtractin' an ex never in the equation No better than cavemen, have me trippin' tryna step up temptations But I can have two left feet and no rhythm And she did give vasectomy, it's no kiddin' Could tell it in her eyes, need umbrellas for her cries She been tellin' little lies the size of Nicole Kidman And I have to, do whatever for that woo-woo-woo They boo-hooin while I boo-hoo you Need somethin' new, yeah, need somethin' new
[Chorus] I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls
[Verse 3: Topaz Jones] Found a fast track for paper, she made of plastic Now a hourglass, her shape lookin' elastic Not a hour passed without the shouts and harassment Got a lotta followers hollerin' for a pic or At least an at to acknowledge them Teach a college course on the collagen Got endorsements and sponsors And they promisin' a bag at the doorstep for the promo It's like a big ol' Rihanna forehead is her logo But so goes the saga If she can make more than her momma While walkin' in them clunky Balenciagas Who am I to judge it? These rappers trickin' til they out of budget Just to get attention when they out in public This what it come with, how you love it? How you love anyone in particular when they comin' in hunnids? We was raised to be the hunters And providers for our mothers if our Fathers didn't love us Our sisters who get the brunt of it Running through bitches just for the fun of it Yeah, at what point you had enough of it? Settle down, you know, the husband bit? This the culture I was accustomed with We tried adjustin' but we couldn't get the cuffs to fit And she be quick to fist the cuffs when we discussin' it Keep it a stack with you, brick by brick, we'll build the trust againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
