| He was a young man in his prime
|
| Twenty-five but had already bagged a dime
|
| They were serious, together five years
|
| But he was still curious ‘bout the life of his peers
|
| See they were all single, he was locked down
|
| Liked to mingle but loved his girl and child
|
| Forgot to mention his son, three years of age
|
| At times he felt trapped but mostly enjoyed his cage
|
| Of course he raps so he live life on the stage
|
| Town to town, going weeks without getting laid
|
| Even though at every show, you know, it’s that one, tryna kick it in your room
|
| and have some fun
|
| Body banging like a bass line, you know the type
|
| Knows your songs and checking your plans for the night
|
| It’s 3am so he knows the deal for real
|
| Temptation’s ill but he knows he needs to chill
|
| Look but don’t touch
|
| She was a young woman with a plan
|
| Twenty-two but had already found a man
|
| He twenty-five, kinda met him playing with his band
|
| After a set, stepped off stage and took her hand
|
| Just wanted to talk, wasn’t tryna get in her pants
|
| The beautiful conversation was a slow dance
|
| Five years later, she moves in, he’s on the road more than she would like but
|
| you know that’s how he gets his dough
|
| Home alone days, weeks, even months at a time
|
| She tries to stay busy but trouble races through her mind
|
| Assure of what he’s doing while the sun rise
|
| His voice on the phone are here to dry her raining eyes
|
| The girl was fine so she always met guys
|
| They sit and talk and every now and then one tries
|
| But her and her man they built that trust
|
| It may be hard but she knows to look but don’t touch |