He regrets having no regrets
and his long nights on the outside
letting it slide
one more time
he cant stand it when you talk to him in that voice that sounds like your mother
he's watching your mouth move
he turns words into white noise
he blocks you out
What do you want, what do you want to know?
regard decision
never feels like the right time, girl
(what do you want, what do you want to know?)
think he's a liar
so save your sorrow
He wants to, want nothing
nothing to do with the woman
who fall in love with his lies, eyes
and you think that he listens
While you act like you are losing your mind
over whatever truth you find to be a lie
as he fades out of the room, into his mind
What do you want, what do you want to know?
regard decision
never feels like the right time, girl
(what do you want, what do you want to know?)
think he's a liar
so save your sorrow
Pick up the pieces of these words
shattered across the floor
with careful hands
you know his words are sharp
and you can read the blur
you can read the blur
you can read the blur
you can read the blur
(what do you want, what do you want to know?)
you can read the blur
spells out everything (?)
who he is and where he's been
you watch his eyes ten thousand times
but you don't see
maybe you're wrong
Artist: Paul Wall
Artist: Tribe
Artist: The Bronx