I'm allergic to coming in second but I never sneeze.
I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover
Boys will break your heart. Real men will pick up the pieces.
Other niggas' situations, they are all depressing.
Girls countin on me to be there like missin rubbers.
Each day I'm thankful for nights that turned into mornings, friends that turned into family, dreams that turned into reality, and like that turned into love.