| Look, I’ll tell you what I want
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| From there you got a choice
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| Do what the fuck I say, or leave…
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| I know about relationships and all that 50/50 shit
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| And I ain’t really with that shit, I’m all about me
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| A queen is a mans best accessory, and I over accessorize
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| And I ain’t mind your attitude, as long as it was justified
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| You say I’m ostentatious, and I stunt too much
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| I’m like baby how you mean? |
| I don’t stunt enough
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| But I’m cautious
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| Couldn’t see the trees from the forest
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| Or the forest from the trees
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| Either way we’ll never be
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| But I’m passed it, chilling in this black suit
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| Looking really fresh too, laying in this casket
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| I got this black suit on, but haven’t set a date
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| I had put it off for too long
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| The funeral, the funeral is here
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| And there I am, laying in the casket
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| Flowers all around me, adjacent to the pastor
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| And in the first row, my family
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| We ain’t spoke for many year
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| I pray that they ain’t mad at me, but I don’t care
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| Church is full of ex’s, mourning, debating on who I loved the most
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| Unimportant though, I’m saying, but
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| For the record, it was Allie
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| Only girl I’d every marry
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| Only girl that ever had me
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| But it never worked…
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| As they begin the eulogy
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| A bunch of stories that are news to me
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| I’m fighting for my soul
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| The devil makes a bid, then God bids and I don’t even know
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| Where I’m going, but I’m heading home |