He Claims he's M.O.B
He knows I'm worth gold.
I'm like the ending to every story he's told.
He lies through his teeth; he's got a beautiful smile
He'll take the shirt off his back for ya though; I like that boy's style
Funny how time flies when u having fun.
Time stops then u feel like ur eye to eye with a gun.
Shit aint so serious tho. You gotta stop and let shit flow
He says he's chilling. When nigga is cooled off, I wont be willing.
Shit I'm not trying to fall, left with nothing when I'm giving my all.
Shit I'm not trying to force it either; a girl likes to know u need her.
I mean I'm good with or without you.