(Hook)

Such a tragedy that you would think that we would speak again

Damn hear I am in my own thoughts that we would make amends

If everyone says all their worries, would it be relevant

Such a tragedy, damn fool, why you look bent

Ya bent--ya bent--ya bent

(Verse 1)

Impervious to lunatic societies

Grab a dole whip, up that pussy, tasty like I like it

Run it thru a car wash, premium shit now

Hot wax it on the rims ya (fuck)

Did I say too much? (ya)

Did I fuck that up? (nah)

Now look who’s tough

Go head, do it yourself and please back the fuck up

No more kissy, for Bonita

Hit up the kitty, south side, Maria

Flair back the wink, shady set of peepers

Clock keep on tickin' til you want it back on ya

(Hook)

Such a tragedy that you would think that wе would speak again

Damn hear I am in my own thoughts that we would makе amends

If everyone says all their worries, would it be relevant

Such a tragedy, damn fool, why you look bent

Ya bent--ya bent--ya bent