False expectations
I thought it was going to be lovely I thought it was going to be all right Your image kept on passing right by me I thought you where going to be all mine All mine... It could be cuzz of the dam insecurity Indecisions and obscurity Well you could spot me, up in that same as street Going from one side to the other real quik My mind going crazy, that was me, running while the night was looking bleak I couldn’t even move my lips Planed to gather up the troops, and hit up the streets Consulted on my self, asked if that was what I really need Hit up the street Make a fool bleed Run right up, and stik him on his lip Make it all spill make it all run Busters going to see how it gets when the truest get crunk Then I thought Nah cuzz, it’s not necessary Cuzz if she wanted, shed be standing right beside of thee A person will go, where they want to be There’s no forcing that No denying that Like the night is blak Like Cobe hates on Shak Let the river run From the set up to get drunk From the presents to a blunt Now a cuzz looking like a punk Now `A Dooze you got to chunk Evidence does stak up And slowly you must to bak up We cannot go threw that kind of misery No matter whom you might be Homely that you have to see Get it out your head Always look a head Misery for the weak, the ones that seek death So ahead is the way to go Don’t let that misery make you slow Cuzz with the devil you must go toe to toe | 
