This Lost Boy Got Fly Without Peter

Okay I'll Be Honest Girl I Can't Lie I Miss You.

I Know I Exaggerated Things, Now I Got It Like That. Tuck My Napkin In My Shirt Cause I'm Just Mobbin Like That.

Your Momma Used To Live At The Church On Sunday You Just Go To Liv After Church On Sunday

Intelligent Too, Ooh You My Sweetheart. I've Always Liked My Women Book And Street Smart. Long As They Got A Lil' Class Like Half Days And The Confidence To Overlook My Past Ways.

Everybody Talks And Everybody Listens, And Somehow The Truth Just Always Comes Up Missin.