St. Nick's Interlude

Know I'm a good nigga at heart

Know shit be fucked up from the start, how did we end up this far

I was loving you so hard, I ain't know how to play my part

Met in the car, then to the den , then from the den, to the apartment

She like nigga where you been, I was getting some cigars

All your questions, they was stressing me and fucking with my logic

Want what's best for you, and best for me, so why you wanna argue

All them dudes before me, and depression turned yo heart blue

So you can't blame me

You said I was a player before I met you, so what you can't see

And you been stressing since you seen these niggas ain't me