Fool For You

I been tryna get out, get my head right

Tryna stack up to the ceiling, get my bread right

Lil' shawty, she bad, but she not really the head type

Make a couple hundred dollars in a fast night

Im up in this whip swerving, I'm living the fast life

And if I got it, bae, I'll give you all my last right

Don't give a fuck bout what you did, it's in the past right

We can start a family, make a son or a daughter

I know I'll do it good, be a good father

Drink up in my system, hope I make it to tomorrow

And I don't feel good, you can be my motherfuckin' doctor

Yea, I want her bad but I will never ever call her