Can I be the same person,
the one I used to be?
Before I got in this mess
of women who wanna ruin me.
I'm not sure if I can go back in time
and fix the things I need to fix
that are now deep inside my mind.
I can't go back and change the past
the way it used to be,
but I can change my minds fixation
of what it means to me!
I'm caught up in this story
of never ending drama.
And before long,
I just might have a new baby mama!
To call and bitch at me
whenever I fuck someone else.
Why the hell can't women
just have respect for themselves?
I don't get it
and I don't think that I ever will.
Women go around fucking
everything when they're on the pill.
Hoping and praying
that they're not gonna be the next one
to be caught up
raising some other guy's son.
Well, off the subject of babies for a minute,
why is this life so weird, and why am I in it?
I go day to day without a plan in mind,
watching drunks, getting drunk, at the blink of an eye.
With hoes being all over me, every day,
They're fat, nasty, and they won't go away!
They're like flies, I tell ya, and I'm the light.
I've thought about killing them,
and I think I just might!