Lyrics Black Tame - Topaz Jones

Black Tame

I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
What else did you expect me to do?
Somethin' special in them jeans, they be stretchin' the truth
She put a, pep in her step, the Pepé Le Pews
And have the reverend swatin', half the choir left in the pw
If you bring her home to momma, bet she’ll never approve
Plus she love to ask about the one that you’ve been exclusive with
Cross her, that could be the nail in yo' crucifix
I hear the tick-tock and now I’m tryna lock her down
Your homies sayin' don’t commit, n*gga shop around
Birds flock around, we flirt a bit
But soon as I find time for us to kick it, then I’m Charlie Brown
And what’s the cause of it?
If it’s a fatal attraction, what’s the laws of it?
I really need the attention, give me all of it
I flick it up for the freaks, I bet they all love it
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
I used to say «When I get older I’ll have all the hoes»
But my momma raised me right so I don’t call them hoes
I mean I call em but it’s just on some platonic shit
At least until the chronic lit, gin and tonic mix
You ain’t the man unless you got a chick for every occasion
Milkshake from McDonald’s thick, skinny and basic
And subtractin' an ex never in the equation
No better than cavemen, have me trippin' tryna step up temptations
But I can have two left feet and no rhythm
And she did give vasectomy, it’s no kiddin'
Could tell it in her eyes, need umbrellas for her cries
She been tellin' little lies the size of Nicole Kidman
And I have to, do whatever for that woo-woo-woo
They boo-hooin while I boo-hoo you
Need somethin' new, yeah, need somethin' new
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
I really wanna be your lover
But I can never make up my mind
I’m thinkin' 'bout the other girls
Found a fast track for paper, she made of plastic
Now a hourglass, her shape lookin' elastic
Not a hour passed without the shouts and harassment
Got a lotta followers hollerin' for a pic or
At least an at to acknowledge them
Teach a college course on the collagen
Got endorsements and sponsors
And they promisin' a bag at the doorstep for the promo
It’s like a big ol' Rihanna forehead is her logo
But so goes the saga
If she can make more than her momma
While walkin' in them clunky Balenciagas
Who am I to judge it?
These rappers trickin' til they out of budget
Just to get attention when they out in public
This what it come with, how you love it?
How you love anyone in particular when they comin' in hunnids?
We was raised to be the hunters
And providers for our mothers if our Fathers didn’t love us
Our sisters who get the brunt of it
Running through bitches just for the fun of it
Yeah, at what point you had enough of it?
Settle down, you know, the husband bit?
This the culture I was accustomed with
We tried adjustin' but we couldn’t get the cuffs to fit
And she be quick to fist the cuffs when we discussin' it
Keep it a stack with you, brick by brick, we’ll build the trust again