I got my eyes on you, I could take you there, been telling the truth. cnd I got my eyes on food when I step in the booth, like K it's true. To your ex we'll chuck up the deuce, he's thru when he hears these songs bout you. He's thru when hears the things that I do for you, got a lot on your plate, me too.

Got a lot on your shoulders, can't blame you the world got colder. Inflation the way your life got expensive, paying these things every quarter, and you got caught up. cnd I thought I'd just hold ya, tell you all things be alright, your torn up. cnd you felt that weight off your shoulders, when I told ya, I'm here in your corner.

Like 2pac said keep ya head up, if your fed up, brush off keep moving. Too deep when I write this music, she got bruises from the social nooses. Uh. But she pray everyday, and everyday pass make the noose get looser. Uh, don't help that her ex is fucking useless, that cunt was a loser.

Social anxiety got you stuck.
cnd your friends tell you that you've changed. But you risk an attack when you see them and all you get is a “Glad You Came”. But you get that enough from me, in the sheets, cos I make you, uh. But you're scarred from love so my efforts like cut cocaine, don't slap the same, cos.

I got my eyes on you, I could take you there, been telling the truth. cnd I got my eyes on food when I step in the booth, like K it's (true true). To your ex we'll chuck up the deuce, he's thru when he hears these songs bout you. He's thru when hears the things that I do for you, got a lot on your plate, me too.

I got my eyes on you, I could take you there.
(I could take you there)
cnd I got my eyes on food when I step in the booth. (When I step in the...)
To your ex we'll chuck up the deuce.
To your ex we'll chuck up the deuce, he's thru when he hears these songs I make bout you.