it was the summer.
no wait...november.
fuck, i can't remember,
the day you stole my bike...you bitch
they say i got a hot temper, well at least im no pretender
fresh off a four day bender.
i might have to slap you right in your face, you bitch.
but i ain't talkin bout a woman
turn me up a little, only if you're fucking with it
people living life and choosing to do nothing with it
(me?) i hit the bar and tell the baddest bitch to come n get it
it was me and my closest boys just riding round in that honda civic
only thing on our mind was winning, let the fam see that we did it
fix your hair up, chick were living
bills paid but not attention.
different obstacles i prey that we can make it past
fathers crying cause he knows his daughters shaking ass
day job where she's making cash
bought the weed and then made it last
loves a nigga that'll make her laugh
gin was all in here favorite glass
just walking inside the house, can't believe that we made it back
take the sky and then paint it black
she took my heart and then gave it back.
it's safe to say that now im out here on my own,
it's safe to say that i don't give a fuck cause now i'm grown
looking at her thinking really, what the hell's a maricon?
if you feel the shit that i've been saying then you're not alone
mr. cosby said the proof was in the pudding yo,
these bitches hating, i ain't talking bout a woman though
but i ain't talkin bout a woman
credits
from i was happy here,
released April 20, 2013
written by campa and enrico x
produced by campa of the cateracs
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