作曲 : David Brown/Dustin Bowie/Dernst Emile II 作词 : David Brown/Dustin Bowie/Dernst Emile II You wanna leave me? Yeah, we need somethin' Yeah, we need somethin' we can hold on to Where you wanna be? Baby, keep quit frontin' Gonna give you somethin' to feel closer to Ooh, ooh, ooh This ain't the type of heart you play with Then throw away when you're done with it I ain't done with it Ooh, ooh, ooh You ain't gon' lay me 'way for rainy day Can't wait 'round in it Live your life like flowers in bloom, ooh Why you keep that girl so confused? Can we play one game I don't lose? (Ooh) Why you keep that girl? paint it blue So blue, don't trick that girl Baby, you must be crazy, get me right Cutlass or Seville You must be crazy, get me right What I look like? (What I look like?) Are you even lookin'? Who is in the boy that you compare me to? (Who?) Ooh, ooh, ooh This ain't the type of heart you play with Then throw away when you're done with it (I ain't done with it) I ain't done with it (I ain't done with it) Ooh, ooh, ooh You ain't gon' lay me 'way for rainy day Can't wait 'round in it (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Live your life like flowers in bloom, ooh Why you keep that girl so confused? Can we play one game I don't lose? (Ooh) Why you keep that girl? paint it blue So blue, don't trick that girl Why you keep that girl so confused? Can we play one game I don't lose? Why you keep that girl? paint it blue Don't trick that girl Why you keep that girl so confused? Can we play one game I don't lose? Why you keep that girl? paint it blue Don't trick that girl Again and again, then it's on to the next Lookin' for a friend to put that ass on your vest Holes in your back from the knife in your chest Got you wonderin' with regret, was you ****in' with the best? She chose you, yeah, you a first round draft pick You never chose her, you always settle for average Now you say you never leave her and you swore on the Bible How you gon' be B&J when you don't want no title? You do the same s**t with a new bad ***** Oh, now you wanna be vegan 'cause you got cabbage? Doctor, go 'head, botox her, make that ass colossal So when she ride his nostril, he gaspin' Sit it on his face, hope he can breathe through plastic Baby, baby, get your nut and make sure it's fantastic Maybe, maybe take off 'fore the highs start crashin' And his **** go flaccid like Sisqó's dragon After one dramatic ballad Magic gone tragic like he thought he had this Who's askin'? well maybe the dash, ***** Tell that ***** kiss your ass and don't add lip Can I adlib? Don't trick that girl Don't trick that girl Don't trick that girl
