What do-I-do-I do?

She took my heart my money & my shoes

So I ask

What do-I-do-I do?

There was no defense for an offense like this

Calm to the point where this seemed practiced... practice? ya.. practice

Like cadence like self control like free throws

The words printed in between these lines only said 1 thing, “mine”

The booty had me handing over cabbage

That's messed up, cause I don't normally share vegetables

Driving all over town trying to find something to show my affection monetarily

Momentarily I was sure my mind was lost in a sea of brown eyes, tight pants & hundred dolla bills!

Giving up the dough faster than a stick-up

Homies ask “what's up?”

“WHAT'S UP!?... you aight man?”

CHORUS:

Realizing it was love that had me feeling like this, fleeing like this

Thank GOD for the traction on these Jordan's

'Cause there was about to be a slip

On the ground

A slip....

Of the tongue & I ain't brush my teeth since morning

Intense look

Line, sinker, hook

Homies had heard the herald harking

But a brother like me was still sky larking

So it was not surprising returning to an empty crib

Empty shoe box

Empty envelope

With a letter sitting outside saying;

“Pruf, sorry just wasn't working. By the way.... your job called”

CHORUS:

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