: (chorus) You didn't even bother to ask me a question you didn't even bother to ask if I lie You didn't even bother to ask me so I guess I've been misunderstood
like banoffee We both love shopping for furniture And meeting for coffee We pretend we're into art galleries 'Cause it makes us feel clever We're both
[Chorus] What happens when you get involved? N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies) Both wanna be involved But loves like suicide Now that your
me an' it look like I'm talkin' to myself Look I'm only spittin' bars, man, please, don't bother me Once a son, ain't nobody hot for me Ask the moon,
y'all both to know we really love you so Eh yo, I'm Gucci down Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe
know the one you called a ho I'ma let you know That if you take it back to the past When I was squeezing hella ass and playin hookie You can ask my bro
, this all was only wishful thinkin Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins I will never ask
never let you hold me back) Hoping for the best, just hoping nothing happens A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins I will never ask if you
that arena, It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that
to do?, I ain't got nobody to tell my troubles to I works on the levee mama both night and day, I works on the levee mama both night and day, I ain'
all i ask for you to do is to turn it turn it up "Yall know wat this is" Yall wanna Floss wit us All across that boy we burnin up and all i ask
like a man And I walk what I talk and I walk, never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever
Capital P to the R to the I to the N to the C to the E To the P to the O to the E, try harder, don't bother Prince Poetry, the man not a myth I'm not
get a quick head Paint her shirt red, letta call her feds Talkin bout harrassment, fill a bitch with lead Ay yea I've been gutta, ask my motha (suppose
