Bubby's Cream

'Cause you were in for the penny And I was in for the pound We split a fifth of that Henny I'm talking sober shit now But then this isn't confession Am I acting the child? I'm saying prayers and hanging outcha We haven't talked in a while Well that's a lie I've been talking You just didn't reply You're just not that into it But that won't satisfy I've got to pick apart the fifty different ways that you hate me All 'cause I got left on the shelf But me and you were never more than a daydream Maybe I just hate myself Nah fuck that 'Cause all the signs were present And all the looks checked out And we'd been smitten since seven I had the numbers to dial Even acted the gentlemen Kiss goodbye and a smile Told me that you hadn't been in love in a while So where did I mess up? Did I come on too strong? Was that an x too many? Did we make love too long? Did I write your name too many times Throughout these songs? I feel l'm fallin' at fault for these failures I liked it better when we were strangers You're not about to grip the bat until I make it to majors There's no room at your inn So for now can we fuck in the manger? So for now can we fuck in the manger? So for now let's fuck in the manger I'm less of a wise man More of a prodigal son Follow anything that glitters Spent my gold on a gun Hold up the Grammys for gramophones Hope mam don't come To see her son on the stage I'm laying waste to the funds That's been invested in me since I smashed the skin of them drums Or begged for MPCs To beat my eardrums numb Request those burnt CDs Or cash to skin them blunts And lie like late night walks were used to clear these lungs Hacktoo But if I made it on the tele would we work out? And if I gave up the deli and start to work out If I finally start this essay and up the word count Graduate with honours would you still think I'm a burn out? If I made it on the tele would we work out? And if I gave up the deli and start to work out If I finally start this essay and up the word count Graduate with honours would you still think I'm a burn out? Who knows? That's how it goes, right? Who knows, is how it goes right Who knows how this shit goes, right? Who knows? That's how it goes, right? Who knows, is how it goes right Who knows how this shit goes, right? Who knows? That's how it goes, right? Who knows, is how it goes right Who knows how this shit goes right? 'Kevin, are you decent?' 'Yeah' 'Do you have a hairbrush?' 'Nah' 'Say yes, please' 'I don't have one' Fuck... I thought you were going to a party, boy? 'I am' 'You're so bold. What time does this party start at?' 'Leaving in like fifteen minutes, starts at ten' 'Oh, good job' 'Thanks bud' 'Lemme know if you see a hairbrush' 'Yeah'