Me, Myself and I
Plug this one check it on the mic
when I was young I never hurted anyone
making love was just for fun now those days are gone
yesterday was such a simple game we used to play
awe but then let's face it still gets easier today
got to relax in this here rhyme game without no shame
beauty to eye is in a hot beach with hot bitches in my reach
pulling up my Buick to get in the shade
sipping on no magic tonic just simple lemonade
let's get back to the basics and push on the door that's true
perhaps I have bitten off far more then I could chew
playing Spring Love with Stevie B on the radio
shopping for the latest trend for my favorite clothes
got an old Tupac Shakur tee shirt
beats alone with Fat Joe & What's Luv
a slice of a pie as I rise on the scene
I'm your friend the sonic machine
everyone believes in something but what
all this trash on t.v. makes me want to throw up
got to take back to the old school way
when family & friends used to bow the knee to pray
but today you say it ought not be that way
Fetty Wapp blowing up the scene
got cops with blue hats acting very mean
come Sunday everyone wants to be your friend
bet its safe to hold your breath & count to the number 10
De La Sol with Me, Myself & I
got to keep it real no cheap thrill in the back of my car
save your money for the honey that you meet at the bar
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