I can't get down, I can't get down Wit' you no more I can't get down, I can't get down Wit' you no more I can't get down, I can't get down Wit' you no more I can't get down, oh
I remember when We were the best of friends Flowers in the air Nothing could stop us there Walking hand in hand Bare feet in the sand Everything was cool
Now I don't understand We don't hit the streets Like we used to in my 6 Almost seems as if You found someone new to run with No more iced out things No more shopping sprees So where you getting it from Cause you ain't gettin' it from me
One, you runnin' game Two, you don't act the same Three, cheatin' on me Four, behind closed doors Five, just last night Six, ain't talking no more Why the late phone calls? Why the late night trips?
Your girlfriend's car broke down Who you think you dealin' with? I done peeped your game Everynight excuse is the same Girlfriend this, girlfriend that I'm tired so one day I gets in my ride
To see just where you are You're leaving the liquor store With two bottles of white star Ride on up the street To check into a room A nigga in a range rover Is feeling all over you I knew you was runnin' game
Seven, sees more niggas in the side Eight, is always out all night Nine, just keeps on making up lies Ten, don't care that it ain't right Eleven, dressed like seven Twelve, won't make you change Thirteen, why me?
Fourteen, begging you down on my knees Fifteen, take this ring away please I'm so tired of counting things wrong So to hell with you, get gone
Compositores: Eric L Seats (Seats e), Rapture D Stewart (Rap), Durrell Babbs (Tank) ECAD: Obra #24066413