Now how we 'sposed to really carry on as a item

If you got more baggage than a carry-on item

And all you do is carry on and try to ignite him

Which leads me to think that you really don't like him

But let me find out that she ain't into the kid

Man I tell her I'm from Tribe, so I Indian-give

Go while she gettin shoes with the bag that matches

The only thing she gave me I could wear are scratches

So now when I catch her out in NYC

I got a formula I use called XYZ

Cause she was 'sposed to be my ex, and I kept sayin why?

'Til I pulled up in that Z, now I just drive by and say





What you makin that bass for? And what you makin that face for?

I'm tired of you accusin me, it's not the way it is supposed to be

There'll be days like that, there'll be days like this

When we start out mad, and we wind up pissed

Can we go and do that all day? Now the only thing I can say

Is that I...





Wish you could read my mind, wish you could take some time

To listen to me, I wish you believed, and then you would see that I

I don't know what I ever did to you 

To make you feel this way 

I don't know what I ever did to you 

To make you feel this way 





Yeah yeah...

Say they seen me here, and they seen me there

With a light-skinned girl with some wavy hair

Now you know that shit just ain't true

I would never do that to you

If that's the way you feel you can play the field

And maybe then you'll see

That you'll never find a man like me

You'll be comin back I guarantee, and I...









It's like down to two hands when you dealin with 'Quence

Cause soon as I get right that's when they get left

And the opposite sex say that I'm a living legend

So of course the next step they wanna live with the legend

So now I got 'em Pledge'n like the furniture spray

Just to be with me at night she try to murder the day

And I go further to say, that I created a monster

Sorta like the prostitute that played in Monster

Cause once she found out I had chicks on my roster

Her lip puffed up like she's allergic to lobster

While we be slurpin pasta at a table for two

All I hear is accusations 'bout the things that I do

That I lie, that I cheat, about the dimes that I meet

Makin rounds in the street, or out of town on the creep

So believe what you will but what's revealed today

Is I ain't never tried to make you feel this way, word





Loving you, is all I want to do

But that's so hard to do, with the things you put me through

I said loving you, is all I want to do

But that's so hard to do, with the things you put me throughhhhhh



I don't know what I ever did to you 

To make you feel this way 

I don't know what I ever did to you 

To make you feel this way