Tracksuit

I could tell he was a runner from the tracksuit Love a run-in with a stunner in a black boot Ugly gettin' pretty sittin', like a tattoo Street-side spitter, big go-getter til he has to Lover of his legroom Talking from the neck, rude [Chorus] I could've made his parents proud I could've had a name he loved to spit up out of his mouth But he don't want me now He don't want me now He don't want me now He could tell I was a good and honest Truman Big believe-it-til-I-see-it type of woman Cut his sleeves to slip the cards he planned on showing Love a self-aware and shelf-to-door avoidant Lover of his legroom Talking from the neck, rude [Chorus] I could've made his parents proud I could've had a name he loved to spit up out of his mouth But he don't want me now He don't want me now He don't want me now He don't want me now He don't want me now I would've made his parents proud I would've had a name he loved to spit up out of his mouth But he don't want me now He don't want me now He don't