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I want to who you are but you still look very nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? Should I tell you a
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

See, it started off as just a simple I gave her
The name of my record
(Oh a Sanger)
I said my name's Chamillionaire and I'm a rap

Oh you that guy they 'bout when they be whisperin', ain't cha
Bring name up when they talking and say money will change ya
I heard a lot about how you can't deal with anger
Heard the rumors how you're always in trouble or
Not gotta judge you if true, there's no need to explain sir
You do have a right to be, you seem like you're to me
And like you're buy me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I the boy the same Hennessey on ice for me
Her drink starts emptying as she's out her life to me
Telling me about her goals and how successful she would to be
And invite me to a of her life
And she seems so damn innocent but something right to me
She pulls out her picture phone, "I got pictures, would you to see?"

I'm thinking she be friendly as hell
Giving a soul to me, like an identity sell
We met is the story that my memory tells
Telling me tales like she doesn't handle well

Getting into it, intimate and into details
See, I met you and you showing me your kids
Who said I had any kids? I bring up no kids
who's in this picture? Man, let you show you just who it is

I want to who you are but you still look very nice
So you talk to me?
Should I tell you a Should I tell you a treat?
think I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Umm, I remember her name but she look like an angel
She wasn't from here, I knew she didn't a
Round a of the hood but hey the story gets stranger
'Cause stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

She said she wasn't married but the on her finger
Told me she was langin' and using the uh
Game I use on so I couldn't even blame her
the game I spit to 'em when I'm trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me he used to know you
He told me the loyalty and love he used to show you
He said he said with a passion like it was so true
take advantage of the fact
That the listeners really know you

pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I'll show you
She digs in her purse and she fumbles around
I find that photo, I'm like, "Oh no some trouble in town"
I turn around as these two officers is in now

They walk in real suspicious and come and sit
So close, I can see barrels of the guns to the ground
So close they can listen to either of us now
We turn back around and she says no for whispering
Then she tells me

I don't really give a damn whose
Try to make it last a long was my mission
And he kept on tripping and then I got at him
Hit 'em with my fist and my punches were never him

I want to know who you are but you still very nice
So will you to me?
Should I tell you a story? I tell you a treat?
They I'm crazy, they don't understand how I feel

Okay, let's get this straight, your man on you and now
You to a perfect stranger like it's making you proud
And the rest of this she just telling me how
It her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile
She

can be deceiving like she knew he was foul
Look closer, you'll see a coward who uses a power
Fleeing the smoke strength, stand it another hour
So she did she did then she went to go take a shower

what do you mean?
(Couldn't tell you that I him)
I don't understand what saying, how did you get rid of him?
She dissing him, as I ask her it is she did to him

She stops, ay keep talkin' I'm
(I wanna tell about the images I'm picturing)
Henny spilling then she me
(For real and I got the of what I'm feeling
Is that I wanted to him)

Something's here and I know just who is the villain
The poison's getting louder, the moral is getting
The officers is looking at us and I can they can hear her, told me
(It was protection, for it in the stash)

The plastic is what she and she put it right on his ass
Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at
Baby I think you crazy, sorry I'm for time
I gotta go grind, putting to resting
Now I'm sweating and stressing, girl's got me guessing

That this conversation is two types of confession
And she pulls a picture, it's my damn ex-best friend
How you know him? She told me she was with him at his
Watching on Sundays when they be chilling

And that's exactly the day that the hospital to get him
The was the worst feeling that she could possibly be feeling
Stood up and I yelled out, "Why in the hell did you kill him?"
I didn't kill him, I have AIDS, he had sex with 'em and crazy