The first time I met my wife was on a Wednesday night
Making party in a German bar
MURS was there
The Rap-Off at the Gasthof
Check it out
True story
I got something on my mind, can I leave it with you?
I'm still feeling you and all the things that you do
Remember Wednesday nights in that basement bar?
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Sorry, hell-bound, we must have drowned
In a bottle of some rusty brown
Running town to town like, "Shut 'em down"
Shut 'em, shut 'em, but when the buzz wore off
You still stuck around
And when I think of all the lines we stepped
And the tolerance required to forgive and forget
When I reflect on the boundaries and limits we set
I recognize neither one of us is innocent
Look, I'm just a songwriter, I'm not a wrong-writer
But I'm alive and I'm proof survival ain't exclusive to the strong
We all trying to keep it calm
So this goes to anyone who sings along
Come on
I never said I'm the best
I can't watch my step when I'm watching you step
But baby I'ma do my best
You got me under your spell like I was under arrest
And I ain't never said I'm the best
No special effects, I wanna touch your flesh
But baby I'ma do my best
Love connection, 'nough respect
I never said I'm the best
You can check for better but don't hold your breath
But baby I'ma do my best
We were both impressed, it felt so correct
And I ain't never said I'm the best
Sometimes I forget but I know I'm blessed
But baby I'ma doo-wop
From the first time that we met, you're my best
She made me wait a couple months for some sex
MURS wasn't there
Echo, delayed
She made love to a switchblade
Then stayed overnight for a whole decade
That safety net doesn't mean that your nest is safe
Well played, but still caught a checkmate
He made love to a rose bush
Drew a crowd, all of y'all can look but don't push
It's a thin line between crime and justice
First you gotta find us, then you can judge us
Outlaws, we far from flawless
We guilty of whatever the accomplice accomplished
And if the cops drop all of the charges
We'll be out at the mall with identical outfits
Like a couple of fly motherfuckers
We married so we don't testify against each other
'Til they name a holiday after Marvin Gaye
That's all I got to say, you can stop the tape
We know what it's about
Or maybe we still trying to figure it out
Or maybe it doesn't matter
We couldn't care a lesser amount
We know what it's about
Or maybe we still trying to figure it out
Or maybe it doesn't matter
We couldn't care a lesser amount
