Lyrics:
I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence
Drinkin' every
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
Never address me as "Robert" unless it's 'bout that Dinero
Far from a hero, I ain't never savin' hoes
I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
It
My nigga
Won't you tell Perth where
The fuck you from?
I'm from the land of the gangbang
Since I was little
Ain't a goddamn thang changed
It's
$hort baby, I'm so hard
Pimpin' these hoes on the boulevard
But I'm not here to tell ya bout me
I got a little story bout a nasty freak
She's the kind
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit, baby
You know I'm lovin' that dick, it got me so crazy (oh)
Make me doze off right after, that's how I know
got a negative number on my SATs
I'm not good looking and I don't know how to dance
But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence I am still widely
you know me, then know that I already got some L's
Smoke some OG, so you can smoke that reggie by yourself
Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help
And it's a damn good thing we didn't get too far
I'm not the one that's right for you
You need a man to do your rolling
Like you want him to do
Baby
a guy
Yes, it's true
Come on, let's give love a try
Damn
You need love like I do, don't you?
I can tell by the way you look when I'm looking
be forsaken
And I hope there's no mistakin'
So tell me that you'll always be true
'Cause you mean the world to me
You are my everything
I swear
to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll
Looking in the mirror not likin' what I see
Wishin' I was surer 'bout insecurities
Tell me I will never be
The fairest of 'em all
Always feel like
instead
Uh huh, that's word to the millions that they puttin' up
I'm trying to do better than good enough
What am I afraid of?
This is supposed to be
Take me to your dreaming place
Open up my eyes
Let me see what it takes to be
Your lover in disguise
show me how I do those things
That make you
the girls by your side
What you don't know is how great it feels
To let you go
I get your game, it's so see-through
You know I'm way too good for you
Movin'
That is my greatest fear
That if, if I lost control
Or did not have control
Things would just, you know
I would be fatal
I'm writing this
guys
It talks about relationships being so wonderful
Almost too good to be true
You don't know if this is a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
an education
You might as well be dead
Now don't get me wrong
He said, it's not who you are
But people come to me
From near and far
But I do just what
Before I leave let me tell you why I'm going
And try to speak in such a way that you won't be afraid of listening
Too many words been spoke without
spoke too soon
And my love won't wait
People are talking about you
Rumors are spreading; tell me they're not true
I'm tired of waiting, it's too
Call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just
standing near an open trench? (How about a beer?)
Must be standing near an open trench (you know a pub?)
Bye, bye (I'm just passing by) (there's one close
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
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