They keep on throwing the curve
It's hard for me to put it in words
When I step up to the play, they can humble look away
No love for the away, see that's nothing you deserve,
Watch me knock it out,
I'm focused, attempted to make something out of nothing
One foot inside the door
If I get to something, no need for a discussion
I may hand you a duffle, life was mine is really yours,
Do you hear me at?
Don't let that red cuffin'm get you nervous every move we make with death
Service purpose, pictures out in our thirties,
Cruising in a drop top, pull up to the dry way that kids playing hubs
Got you lovin' right, I'm buggin' right, they're throwin the curve
It's hard for me to pull it in words, but when I step up to the plate
They could help but look my way all of the away
See that something, I'm just on, do you hear me at?
Now do you feel me at?
In the back seat of a Kenny, writing automatic,
Got my bitch right with me and she tell me that she hear me
Baby feel me now
They come dreaming.