Testi Blue - B.o.B

Blue

She want this dick without the feelings, how revealin'\nShe think that cat gon' make me leave the house I live in\nShe think that that cat gon' win me over competition\nBein' a honest man don’t always bring you honest women\nHatin' hoes ain’t happy, happy hoes ain’t hating\nIf she got a man, that’s perfect\nI’ll make her moan, she go back home and leave me alone\nSingle, single, single women, too much trouble\nShe want to cuddle, wanna be a couple\nCool chat bitches huddle, now she late, now it’s hate\nChuck the deuce, now she puzzled, yeah\nThis the part where shit get ugly, she get petty\nRun and tell the internet for help, is so upsetting\nNow, raise your hand if you never pregnant to keep a man\nAnd you won’t let him see his kid 'cause he won’t be your man\nPut your hand down\nNow, raise your hand if you knew she was obsessin' over you\nAnd you continued to pursue it and now she two weeks overdue\nAnd now you feelin' blue\nAnd the hole that God created, and it ain’t about the baby, y’all\nThat Black Power, we shall overcome, shit, don’t work on baby mammas, 'cause,\nlook\nI’m way too good at walkin' out of people’s lives and disappearing for good\nI’m way too good at many things, I’m way too good at thinking differently\nI’m way too good at being peaceful, simultaneously attracting enemies\nI’m way too good at watching a chaotic world and seein' symmetry\nI’m way too, I’m way too, I’m way too honest once I had too many drinks\nI just get blue and start to kick a nigga tree\nCould drink my liquor, just don’t take a nigga tree\nThis the Billy’s Holiday, I smoke that Pawpaw tree\nLookin' for evil, homey, it’s a lot to see\nI’m from Atlanta, dog, it’s not a shot to me\nAnd if your album flopped, it never dropped to me\nThat knowledge for these younger artists, probably\nBut you could show them water, that don’t mean they’ll start to drink\nPlus, when you teach yourself you learn to do it properly\nYeah, possibly an anomaly or a prophecy\nYou play your own game, you’re no one else’s property\nCan I, can I get a Plan B, please?\nWhat? This is a pharmacy, we don’t do abortion\nNo, I want a Plan B\nWe don’t do abortion, sir!\nNo, I want a Plan B\nAnd we don’t do abortion! (Yeah, I know)\nJesus Ch-uh, why you come in here for?\nNah, I just want a Plan B\nYeah, but why you come in and the people that gon' pay poom poom for?\nYou shouldn’t come before the boom boom\nGo to Albertson’s, sir, you will find poppers\nBaby bottles (yeah, but), strollers (nah, I’m just tryna)\nCheap, tee and a quilt, man, and all the other things you may need for your\nbaby, sir\nNow, come out of me department\nCome out of me department (yes, bu-)\nYou are a father now\nCan I, can I get a Plan B