What's happenin baby. let ya lil whoa Plies tell you whats goin on wit a man. my hands been gettin me in a lot of trouble lately so.... . Please excuse my hands.
We're playing games, I'm not your man. All this romantic s*** I can't understand. You say, you love me, well, you should know. I got a history of playing it touch and go.
If you can find your pretty way back home. Run run run. A girl like you ought to have known. But you can't. You're my sun-starved passenger. On my twisted highway.