[Verse 1]

Girl you looking at an East Atlanta

Nigga with some decent manners

But in the sheets, I’m a beast to handle

I’m talking sex in the living room, looking at repeats of Scandal

Drinking Remy, watching Martin, come and be my Tisha Campbell

First we gon need the camera, hope you didn’t bring pajamas

It’s hard to sit calm when you’re wetter than the English Channel

Like the HBO show, Imma make you sing soprano

Never been a family guy, but ever son needs his Sanford

So if we get married with children just know I’m ready and willing

Tell Peggy I’m feeling like it’s a different world

Since we were freshmen at Hillman

Let’s make some home improvements, I’m talking 80 foot ceilings

I need a bitch with an ass, and some hair that’s Brazilian

Not the type to get mad or jealous with the rest of the women

Them black bottles is coming, Prince of Bel-Air’s in the building

I’m going home with Topanga, what an incredible feeling

[Hook]

We having sex with the TV on [x4]

[Verse 2]

They say if you watch CNN and SportsCenter

While you having sex you’re more likely to put a boy in her

Who would you rather fuck than a future Grammy award winner

Spend your Christmas on an island, you gon have a short winter

But all you watch is VH1 and BET

Fuck a reality show, it’s already hard enough being me

But in the B E D, you the bomb baby, TNT

Brain so good she helped a nigga get a GED

[?], I know you’re tired of living single

So fuck with me baby, I’ll put a ring on every finger

In relationships I seen it all, I feel like Jerry Springer

Or like Steve Harvey the first time he met Regina

So, let’s make our Saturday night live

Everybody hates Cris, so we order white wine

And we all yell cheers, after that get your coat

So we can go somewhere remote, different strokes for different folks

[Hook]

[Sample - Stevie Wonder]

I don't know why I love you

I don't know why I love you

I don't know why I love you, but I love you

[Verse 3]

I thought this was love at first sight

Even though we fucked on the first night

But I was so naive so I

Thought I'd write you this song before I leave

You was young and I thought that I could change you

I ain't from New England but I thought that I could main you

I'm thankful that we broke up cause it was painful

Like kids on my taxes, I thought that I could claim you

And you walked around like you Mama's little angel