Lose your mind



U know I always cook

I always clean,

and when you need me baby

I'm always seen

I give you tender love and care,

wash all your clothes

That's not so u can lay around these other hoes

U know that I'm tired of your silly games

No matter what the problem is I'm still the blame

ur running game

Xica is my best friend and i heard you tryin' to holla

at her in the bed (i aint trying to holla)

And everytime i ask you questions

you say im way out of mind

in the bed