late night talks on the fone,
when he's listenin he's in the zone
empty lies left him all alone
false love was what was shown
but not from him, they came from her
what was he suppose to do?
had him feelin sick like, he had done gone
and caught the flu..
and now its all passed down, thru the winter
and thru the cold
febuary months shot short on what he's told
the equation plus the numbers, on how his cookie crumbles
just reminders on what happens when you stumble
20 yards movin, catch the ball, nigga fumbles..
playin his game gottem to that goal
but the past women, had strate lashed his soul
and its fucked up..

[man, you know that im trippin]
[girls got me slippin]
[just help me get back up]
[can you hear me? can you hear me?]

i know this kidd, fucked up shit
lemme tell you what he did
his boy told him his past, present, and future tricks
so he took advantage on his game, so some chic
would suck his dick..
the females could give him a little lick
i know you thinks this mans a pimp
but that niggas sick; two faces; one to his boy
and the rest to the world
of girls kept in his bag a bag of shining pearls
dapped em up and put him out
tried to throw hands like jigga man
"bring em out bring em out"
that kidd backed down had that kid shut his mouth
he still talks all about
his mans' exes just grit your teeth
as he moved thru the lies inside the crowd..
and its fucked up..

[man, you know that]
[this niggas trippin]
[his mans is fake like durex condoms]
[always rippin]
[just help me get back up]
[can you hear me? can you hear me?]

morality changed him, new rules in them games kidd
didnt copy what his friends did
same kids on some different shit now he treats women with respect
coz i female helped rewind and reflect, his life had changed inna sec
but not coz of sex
it played a small part, coz it had played with his heart
and his mind, so he gots to make moves
inna different set of lines
still picks up packs, sells his own a buck 50
cut some slack ,he still imagines the types of backs
on women shown they thongs, cleavage in they titties
low cut shirts showin cracks
he didnt learn the first time, and another girl is gonna shine
and his mans is gonna whine ,like a bitch hes gonna snitch
but if he listened he woulda, made a better pick..
and its fucked up..

[man, you know that im trippin]
[girls got me slippin]
[just help me get back up]
[can you hear me? can you hear me?]
[you see me all lonely]
[dont try to hold me]
[just help me get back up]
[can you hear me? can you hear me?]