Letras
Can I help you?
You wanna buy some ignorant art? Ten bucks a piece
No, I-I think it's okay
Of course, Mr. Fisher
Gee, ignorant art? No
Yeah, you know, like, stupid, like, ridiculous, crummy art
Hmm, that sounds good, ten bucks
Gee, it didn't work much
All I hear is bitches ain't shit, all men are liars
You can only trust yourself, and ooh, that weed is fire
It can't last forever, true love died in '96
There is nothin' left now, replace hearts with business
Damn, well, without meanin' to, seems I think I met someone
But he ain't really my type, shit, he only 21
His fingers do the talkin', where he's from will be his coffin
Every time his homeboy drive me 'round, think I might die on Slauson
But I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornin'
We haven't even kissed yet, but that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama, yep, he a family man
And even though the ratchets love him, I still think he a gentleman
Oh, oh, oh, life's a trip, and baby, you the plane
I'm just tryna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose, why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that, so I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop, but I know that he won't
Wish I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This could be dangerous, man, I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate, so I don't have room for mistakes, no
Oh, oh, oh, life's a trip, and baby, you the plane
I'm just tryna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would, when? For good? For you? Forever
All my friends think that I'm crazy, they tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo, it's you that I'm tryna get to heaven with
They say you're a hindrance, but I think that you give me wings
They say he's no item, please don't like him
He don't wife 'em, he one night 'em
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a - if my f
They say he's no item, please don't like him