I know u told me to stop singing them sad songs
I just
feel I haven't kept it real in so long
Ey! Baby forgive for my wrong
But
sometimes a player gotta keep his game on
The only thing I haven't played is
your heart
I took out all the pain that I had on my guitar
And now my
fingertips are covered up in scars
From strumming long enough to fit in my
eighty bars
Look, I'm only doing it for the love
Money, respect, fame cannot be
enough
And I won't stop till I earn all three
I got so much skill screaming to
break free
Just remember that when I'm out in the streets
That I'm coming back
to keep it real between the sheets
You aint even gotta worry about them other
chicks
Cause them other chicks aint got what you are giving me...
TBC (should be 80 bars)
No comments:
Post a Comment