Black Tame

I really wanna be your lover

I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

I, really wanna be your lover

But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

Uh, What else did you expect me to do?

Somethin' special in them jeans, they be stretchin' the truth

She put a, pep in the step of the Pepé Le Pew's

And had the reverend sweatin', half the choir leapt from the pew, ooh

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)

Uh, if you bring her home to Momma, bet she'll never approve

Plus she love to ask about the one who you been exclusive with

Cross her, that could be the nail in your crucifix

I hear the tick-tocking now, time to lock it down

Your homies sayin "Don't commit, **** shop around"

Birds flock around

We flirt a bit, but soon as I find time for us to kick it, then I'm Charlie Brown

Uh, and what's the cause of it?

If it's a fatal attraction, what's the laws of it?

I really need the attention, give me all of it

I flick it up for the freaks, I bet they all love it, yeah

I really wanna be your lover

I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

I, really wanna be your lover

(Uh-uh, yeah)

But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

Yeah, I used to say when I get older I'd have all the hoes

But my Momma raised me right ,so I don't call them, "hoes"

I mean I call them, but it's just on some platonic shit (My homegirl)

At least until the chronic lit, gin and tonic mix (Yeah)

You ain't the man unless you got a chick for every occasion

Milkshake from McDonalds, thick or skinny and basic

And subtracting an ex, never in the equation

No better than cavemen, had me trippin' tryna step with Temptations

(Oh-oh, oh-whoa)

But I could have two left feet and no rhythm

If she did give a sec to me, it's no kiddin'

Could tell it in her eyes, Need umbrellas for her cries

She been tellin' little lies, the size of Nicole Kidman

And I have too

Do whatever for that whoop, whoop, whoop

They boohooin' while I, "Boo, who you?'

Need somethin' new

Yeah, need somethin' new (And the church said, "Amen")

I really wanna be your lover

I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

I, really wanna be your lover

But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

I really wanna be your lover

I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking 'bout the other girls

I, really wanna be your lover

But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinking about the other girls

Uh, found a fast track for paper, she made of plastic

Now a hour-glass, her shape lookin' elastic

Not a hour pass without the shouts and harassment

Got a lot of followers hollerin' for a pic or at least a at to acknowledge them

Uh, teach a college course on her collagen

Got endorsements and sponsors and they promising a bag at her doorstep for the promo

It's like her big old Rihanna forehead is a logo

But so goes the saga

If she can make more than her Momma while walkin' in them clunky Balenciagas

Who am I to judge it?

Uh, these rapper's trickin' till they outta budget

Just to get attention when they out in public

This what it come with, how you love it?

Or how you love anyone in particular when they coming in hundreds?

We was raised to be the hunters

And providers for our mothers if our fathers didn't love us

Our sisters who get the brunt of it

Run through bitches just for the fun of it

Uh, yeah, at what point you had enough of it?

Settle down, you know the husband bit

Ah! Yeah, this the culture I was accustomed with

We tried adjustin' but we couldn't get the cuffs to fit

And she be quick to fistacuffs when we discussing it

Keep it a stack wit ya, brick by brick, we'll build the trust again

"Oh, Janice", she said

You-you-you have a rich man's family

She says, "You got the boy first and the girl second"

They wanted that boy to carry on the family name

And then what was so amazing, then my son had a son

And my daughter had a daughter...