Lyrics:
Jack, wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this shit a throwaway
I got 'em sweatin' off a throwaway
Man, this
nigga Jack, wish he was out in February
Perfect time to come out for the album drop
But this shit a throwaway, throwaway, throwaway
I got 'em
swag is but you was made in Paris
And Mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you'd
to the tenement
It's LL Cool J nigga, everything I do is excellent
And I got to represent, Q-Boro, the thorough
Ya know what I mean? We get down, we get down
Mom, I know I let you down
And though you say the days are happy
Why is the power off and I'm f- up?
And mom, I know he's not around
But don't
Wish I woulda known that by now, you'd be good and gone
And you'd leave us in a cloud of dust
And can't you see what you're doing, girl?
You ruined
girls
Sugar and spice
And everything nice
Think she's hot, but she's cold as ice
First comes love, then comes marriage
Then comes her mama with another
messing with they dead man girl?
That says everything about that man world
Energy transferral, immortality
You against morality, don't come around me
You're really gonna be someone
Ask anyone
And when you find everything you've looked for
I hope your love leads you back to my door
Oh, but if it
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
and everything in it
Have lost the feminine touch
The clock by our bed just gave up and stopped ticking
And the flowers on the mantel have died
The dust is
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
her smile, like everything that you do
For everything thing that you do, and it's a girl will in school
But as the moonlight crept in to her vacant
Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
Girl who has everything?
Look
close, to the flame
But you don't, wanna turn around
Like you got me figured out
But girl, what I can promise is I'll let you down
So don't put up
album (what?)
Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em
But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta
Five, and I'll laugh out
Fuck around with this trap shit
But this next album is a wrap, shit
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
Music on another level, yeah I'm tryna
everything but love
And with my giving I gave her nothing she wanted only to be by my side
Yes they call it a Fool's Castle and I'm the fool that lives
his baby,
His wife won't be pleased but she's not been round lately.
The girl was so dreadful we left in a hurry
We escaped in the rain for
be so heartless?
Girl, why you gotta be so in between
Loving me and leaving, leaving?
Ah, oh
I should probably know this shit by now
But no, no
what to do
But try to play it cool
Baby, I ain't playing by your rules
Everything look better with a view
You've been in a mood, you've been givin'
I, I've been wrong before,
but I know for sure
that I saw you last night
out with another guy.
It nearly made me cry,
so I'm telling your girl
I, I've been wrong before
But I know for sure
That I saw you last night
Out with another guy it nearly made me cry
So I'm telling you girl stand by
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