days Since he left home She dried her eyes Picked up her microphone She sang, its alright baby Im nobodys mother Just dont want this last cigerette to be over, you know
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my last lifetime Now I write
calm down I sell But still explode those things so fast They know not to gas they self They can't fuck with us, we laugh last Homey we keet those on
And when you see us backstage, be prepared to G You know what man, you's a freak I seen you with that girl at the hotel after that show last week And
curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play, just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
] Sadly, tragedy happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
home By itself, it's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring In a little wedding chapel, later on that afternoon An old upright piano
Yeah, so you called me last night You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do All excited over these football players and baseball players
down and get 'em up them ramps 'Cause when it comes to moving me You know, you guys are the champs But when that last guitar's been packed away You know
that last guitar's been packed away You know that I still want to play So just make sure you got it all set to go Before you come for my piano But the
braces didn't work at all They say the clothes I wear are all out of fashion I don't fit in and should be shopping at a different mall I studied classical piano
and shook his head And said this dope is killin' me (Oh, play it for me!) (Oh, yeah!) (guitar, piano & instrumental) 'Yes, I know it's killin' me
it going? I don't know what you're looking for I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye, eye I'm real as they comes if you don't know why
I don't know what you're looking for [Nelly] I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why
I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly-y-y-y-y seen ya try to switch it up but
