The weekend's here, started it right. Even if I only get part of it right.
People only talk about me and sweaters because I don't give them anything else to talk about.
Hoes want attention, women want respect.
They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on. These days feel like I'm squeezing in 'em. Who ever wore 'em before just wasn't thinking big enough, I'm about to leave 'em with 'em
You a star in my eyes. You and all them white girls, Party of Five
You know it's real when you are who you think you are