How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you,
We just met and I just fucked you,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
'Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
Now hush little baby don't you cry
Every thing's gonna be all right
Lately, I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone