We smashing, Thousand be the head of the class n’
Rollin’ thru ya party with the stereo blastin’, we creepin’
It’s been seven since last weekend, everybody in the club freakin’
And in the corner, I can see ya standin’ there
Black jacket n’ long hair we’ve been exchanging stares
N’ I know ya, n’ what’cha thinkin’, yeah right
Wearin’ ya clothes air-tight at the club every night n’
Don’t cha know that brothers don’t like the girls,
That be into the guys that be tellin’ them lies n’
Listen here hun, life’s more that this
Ya tryin’ to tell me that’cha never get bored of this?

Yo, check this who you eye’in up for ya set list
Frontin’ with ya fake gold necklace, not respected
N’ yet ya wonderin’ why, seen the gleam in ya eyes
As soon as ya spotted them dolla signs
Girl what’s next? Who you hittin’ up for the rolex?
Brothers need to clear their specs, boy ya gettin’ gamed on
Thinkin’ she loves you n’ all that, need to get it all back
Move on n’ step off that, she’s the wrong type
But same goes for females, cuz guys be spittin’ lies, not tellin’ the details
In the fine print, baby girl, don’t sweat it, cuz one of these days you’ll regret it
And yo, the moral of the story is, dogs and cats are notorious
For gettin’ funny around cash money
So lesson learned, n’ ya playin’ with fire get burned
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned

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You think ya somethin’ more ya so supafly
To the fact you’re blind, you’re so empty inside
It’s hard for me to get this thru to you
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby what

Well it’s the Sundance Kid, yo the rap villain, man for real and
Peeps catchin’ feelin’s of the lyrical caps that I’m peeling
Makin’ noise y’all, me n’ my Krutch boys y’all, stand tall
Cuz yo we ain’t never gonna fall, man forget that
Yo, we’ll keep constantly comin’ right back
Like Christ when he rose on the third
Strikin’ ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs
If ya messin’ with a girl for her curves, and yo, ya might be
You think ya somethin’ high and mighty, might be that you be frontin’
Most likely, no doubt, money be singin’ the same song
Respect yourself hun, it’s the 34th Psalm

And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable
I’m so forsakeable, I’m shattered
And things aren’t as they seem, they’re so in between
They’re so make believe, that it’s un-real
And wake me up when things are better
Cuz I can’t take much more of this and take these rags
But leave my comfortable sweater, and leave me alone
Then leave me alone, alone, alone, alone

Chorus


Written by Trevor McNevan, Steve Augustine, & Joel Bruyere ©2004 Thirsty Moon River Publishing (ASCAP) / TeeRawk Music (ASCAP/SOCAN) / Pockethood Publishing (ASCAP/SOCAN) / Spinning Audio Vortex (BMI) / WhatTheWhat Music Publishing (BMI/SOCAN)