Thinkin' wit my dick, My head in the clouds

Should of avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Now I may suffer my forever shit wit Elon

Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O

And if she catch me slippin',

The media gon' trip, And I got shit to do on T.V., keep me clean don't do no snitchin

And I'ma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

C'mon girl

Don't be wrong girl

I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl

See my whole life I been winnin'

So the right to have these women, I'm entitled to their interest

Yeah I'm at 'em

And this a vicious battle that I'm havin'

But an addict yes I am, but i should act more like an adult

It knows me

It controls me

And I'm still hurtin over pops,

It consoles me

Okay my stories ain't addin' up

But Elon don't got no proof

And hell if I'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

I love what the ladies do

But I love my babies too

And I have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Look in the mirror,

What do I really need

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Life's fuckin' wit me,

Once the message released,

She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee

BITCH!



[Skit]



Shit

Embarrassments an understatement

As I annihilate the very thing that once was sacred
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See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Street fighter hope she had that Tiger upper cut

Now they comin out the woodworks snitchin' on me

Once Mr. Woods was all good, Now a nigga only

You see now that nigga lonely

And losin all his money

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the Orlando police

See that's insult to injury

Now I'm losin everything as they began the lynch in me

Turnin on ESPN you see they got it in for me

And they wont stop until they got my legacy in infamy

Infamy can't deal wit it

She gon get the meals for this

Don't root for me

They boo for me

And cheer for Phillip Nickleson

D-J seein all of them

They gon stop acknowlegin

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga

Yet, it is forever in a day to forgive and forget one

I'm forever a nigga

Guess when I knew the verdict,

I thought of Bill Clinton

I looked at Roethlisberger

At the politics surface, I aint hardly workin'

I'm gettin help for this addiction, (??) important

But I'm sorry for the damage I have done

For all the pedicures I've given to their camel toes they bring

I know I'm wrong now

Can we get along now?

Would I stay with her, or separate or move along now

Okay you wrong now

We don't get along now

Three quarter bills later,

Maybe guess you get it all now

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