Then I let my screen fold.
December 26, 2008
Baby, stay down like temperatures when it comes to winter
I’m something like the criminal and she’s like the apprentice
I’m talking about that Donald Trump, she gets fired at eleven
And in the morning she’s headed for re-employment
Comes back around my way like a U-Turn
Well I guess she went around the other way and felt the burn
In return, she’s like something more than reminiscent
I know it sounds unreasonable, got her talking like a politician
Stop, I don’t want a conversation to end up in an argument
Leave that drama at home and just lay back and listen
As I transfer them words from my heart through the wire
Kanye West said it’s a lockdown, no gold-diggers in my vision
Leave them worries in the I.C.U., I feel like I.O.U.
When she fills the air with the scent of her perfume
I got her mood fluctuating like ‘em stock market numbers
And she knows I’d leave a note every time I’m gone by seven
♣clickpolitics wrote this while listening to the instrumental version of ‘Ghetto Queen’, song originally performed by Trae featuring Lloyd & Rich Boy.
