Well I've no excuse What can I say I just stumble When you walk my way I can't help myself I can't help myself I can't help myself When I help myself
Wait for it, how long have I waited for it Asking myself why, am I still asking "why" I can't ignore it, it's just too much and I can't afford it When
A young mans dreams Wild as a mountain stream Rush all to the sea Well I was restless and I was reckless Trying to stay free I swore that no one would
Honey, I don't know why I get so mean Honey, I don't know why I get so mean You never earned it, you don't deserve it Honey, I don't know why I get so
Your smoking gun was lying in my arms When you told me to keep it hid I thought it'd best if we just stay in But I must confess I did not confess We
Girl, I hate me for how I hurt you 'Cause that ain't no way to love a woman I used up your heart and all your forgiveness I tore you apart and now you
Baby come take look at this dusty yearbook Do you remember those two kids? It's you and me most likely to succeed Had it all planned out, yes we did
Daddy songs, he's an auctioneer And mother clings to anniversary years And the sister she got a little bit of mister in her And the brothers going round
fell real good Damn girl, give it here Often they blow ya top, watch when they hold ya jock Shocked when the notch sold crotch and you lost composure Soft for the ho
patient But niggas be trippin' And switchin', actin' like bitches But look at the individual they facin' And put me in the Cali Co lyrical Jason
Had a crush on Ms. Payne Blessed and he's strange Now he can't walk the same Innocent three-legged rover Kinda says four-leafed clover His owner smooth Jason
I'm a dog Bitch, I'm a beast, ho, I'm a dog Yeah you know that I'm a beast, I'm a dog I'm a beast, ho, I'm a dog, you know that Never entertain the suckas
show, how many People dipping in my fo door. (I see three) Bitch no, There's five in the back, And your girls on my lap, She's a down low, pro ho
a vacation that is an occupation Flint ho's is steady sackin Flint nigga's steady jackin Them fiend's is stead crackin Some pimp's is steady mackin Some homies chasin jason
Ha, ha, ha, ha You ready Bow? Yeah (Let's go then) Yeah, yeah, call me Lamborghini Moss, ho (Vroom) 6.1.4, yeah, we say bro (Yeah) Hopping out the Hummer
when I talk to you (ah haa) I can still taste The sweetness from lips right now (right now) I bet cha think it's crazy I bet I got you wonderin' ho-o-
words & music by jason mraz Daddy songs he's an auctioneer And mother clings to anniversary years And the sister she got a little bit of mister in
