This shit will kill me, bit this shit calms me down,
had a couple great friends, barely see them round town,
barely a red nose of who i was, a clown,
now listen to different music that still manages to drown,
if i were the creator on the first day i'd be flirty,
then screw me over the next day and i'll be nasty,
see ya in a couple months and act like nothing happened,
i've got some new friends showin me some new trends,
rollin up and sippin strong,
it's not my fault i liked you, shit turned out wrong,
sacked back on 2nd down now it's 3rd & long,
still gotta play up my sleeve, going, going, gone,
i knew that it hurt when i looked at you differently,
but once i get the slightest hurt it does more than offend me,
play me once, fool on me,
second chancin first impressions, can't you see?