Hanging out… sitting here
Alone inside my crib
What ya want? What you saying?
What ya think I did?
I be packing …. always wrapping
I be wrapping up my shit
Don’ be thinking …. I be raising
I ain’t gonna raise your kid.
You be calling…. you be sniffing
You be looking to find me
You be hoping ….you get lucky
But you’re wrong, so wrong, baby.
I was with ya, I remember
You be tasting mighty fine
But, that baby … you be having, honey
That baby sure ain’t mine.
Gotta go ….. the clock is ticking
It getting kinda late
Hooking up with someone else
Best that you don’t sit and wait.
Here’s your purse, right here’s your jacket
There’s the door, I’ll walk ya out
You’ll be fine … I’m sure ya will
Honey, I ain’t got no doubt.
Ain’t about to be a daddy
I know that for sure
Gonna have to fix my shit… or else
Better find myself a cure.
You be coming round for something
Coming round here late at night
You be wanting me to hold ya
Wanting me to hold ya tight.
But, like I said … I wrap it up
I wrap it really good
I take no chances….. no , I don’t
I wrap it, like I should.
No way you gonna tell me, girl
That I’m the one to blame
Cause I’m the one… who rocked your world
That night you said you came.
Call my doctor …. need a lawyer
Think I just might need a pill
Gonna need a tranquilizer
Yes, I think …. I think I will.
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