You be at the games looking right all season, but you always with me on the night yall leaving.
I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads.
Yeah, it's whatever. You know, feeling good, living better.
You be up on everything, other hoes aint ever on it
I drove nice cars, I got a nice house. But now I'm steady missing you like a strikeout
With a canvas I'm a group of seven. A migraine, take two Excedrin.