| I’m parked in front of this clinic
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| Been waiting for 40 minutes
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| The girl that I’m with is in it
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| And recently been admitted
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| I play it cool but I’m sick to my stomach knowing we did it
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| Sometimes I just wish she hadn’t, though I never admit it
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| I get a text from my dude, telling me to come and kick it
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| I’m passing time as I rhyme from the driver’s side of her Civic
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| Or maybe it was a Sentra, honestly don’t remember
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| What I do is the guilt and religion says I’m a sinner
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| So how do I keep revealing agony that I’m feeling
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| Trying to keep my composure, she’s walking out of the building
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| Told her I was a chauffeur, anyways I’d be willing
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| To take her along at six thirty I got some dealing
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| And I know she thinks I’m weak
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| And she’s sucking in her teeth
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| Like how can you leave me now when you promised to stay and sleep?
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| And I feel like I’m a thief because I’m overwhelmed with this grief
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| I’ve stolen her innocence and sold it back to her cheap
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| And I feel disgust too
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| That it can be us two
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| It’s happily ever after, that chapter is just through
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| And I’m chilling with my partners, we looking for what’s new
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| That’s when I finally realized that men can be sluts too
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| And there’s no way to divert it
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| I know my soul is perverted
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| I pollinated this flower
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| Then ripped it out of the surface
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| Over watered the roots and the truth as I need some purpose
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| Lord knows I’m not perfect
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| So where do we go?
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| Don’t wait for me now
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| Don’t wait for me now
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| I know she’s worth it
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| But I ain’t perfect, no
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| So don’t wait for me now because I’ll never be perfect
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| And I’ve been a liar, I’ve been a cheater
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| I’d rather sleep with a stranger than be a man and leave her
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| I’d rather sleep with the shame than not appease her
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| Plus I know she’s easily pleased so I’d rather mislead her
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| We exorcising our demons
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| And it’s like our break-ups and make-ups becoming seamless
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| And I say I love her sometimes but do I mean it?
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| And it’s like we’re only together out of convenience
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| And I remember my mother was always teaching me
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| Said every time I f*** a girl I lose another piece of me
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| Especially in this industry women come at you frequently
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| You gonna have to prove you’re better than what you seem to be
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| And I said I’d listen
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| But I feel like something’s missing
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| And I thought that my admission to guilt was my petition
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| Even though they say its wrong, we feel it’s the right decision
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| How do we raise child in these f***ed up conditions?
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| And we can barely eat or sleep still
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| I try to comfort her, tell her we need to keep still
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| She said a part of you had grown inside of me
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| Now that part is dead so how do you think that makes me feel?
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| I guess I feel responsible
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| I guess this really is more than just some obstacle
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| But if you still can’t forgive me than it’s worthless
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| Lord knows I’m not perfect
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| Sneaking up her mama’s stairs
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| Trying to avoid her mama’s stares
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| And I’m thinking like does her mama care?
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| Then I realize the procedure her and her mama shared
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| Drama stares you in the face and that could sever time
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| I had to sacrifice us so I could better mine
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| Then I asked you what was wrong, you told me nevermind
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| And right then I realized that it was never mine |