[Intro: Phonte]
Yeah
Yeah
One more time around
Hey!
Thank y'all for listening... once again
Ha... I'm a work in progress, man, I'm a work in progress, I swear
Tryna get better
I never know when the words is gonna come but they always show up
And I'm thankful
Yessir
[Verse 1: Phonte]
She ran out the house like, "Fuck it I'm leaving"
He ran out after her like "Fuck is the meaning?"
Went through his phone and found texts from all his exes
Threw it at him like "Fuck was you thinking?"
Way down in his stomach he's getting that sinking
Feeling he felt 20 years before when
His pops sat him down and told him and his mom was divorcing
Now he's doing the same
Running through these hoes with no proper decorum
Not a pretty picture
Unsettled miser-y, he would say his pop was a dog
Now ain't that the pot calling the kettle "nigga"
Every player dreams of leaving the game, straight walking out
The allure of new pussy is cool, but when it's over what the fuck you got to talk about?
Such an empty feeling, you win or you lose
Wifey told him, "It's them or me and baby, you better choose."
Hey!
[Hook: Eric Robinson & Phonte]
I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye
Who loves you more? Who loves you more? (Every little thing about you babe)
Who loves you more? Who loves you more?
I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life
Who loves you more? Who loves you more? (Every little thing about you babe)
Who loves you more?
[Verse 2: Phonte]
My cousin hit me up and said he had to post bail again
Cause my brother back in jail again
Back in that slave ship cause he tried to sell again
And all that’s going through my mind is "How the fuck am I failing him?"
These youngins want all of the spoils but none of the toils
Got me climbing the walls
Too good to press olives but’ll be the first squeaky wheel asking for oil
I’ve been at it for 10 years, "What the fuck is you on?"
Had me frustrated like "What the fuck do you want?"
He come to me for answers but I don’t know what to tell him
Part bad parenting, part youthful rebellion
He wanna buy a dream but I don’t know what to sell him, shit
They say the streets turn niggas into sinners
But them jail cells be turning niggas into dinner
So they sing in the summer, be home by the winter
Interrogation room be turning niggas into tenors
And he’s no singer, but put him on the block, he got that perfect pitch
I just want him to understand that you work for this
You can win or you lose
But it’s either me or the streets and brother you gotta choose
Love
[Hook: Eric Robinson & Phonte]
I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye
Who loves you more? Who loves you more? (Every little thing about you babe)
Who loves you more? Who loves you more?
I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life
Who loves you more? Who loves you more? (Every little thing about you babe)
Who loves you more? Loves you more
[Interlude: Phonte]
Lemme back up off for a little bit (Every little thing about you babe)
New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo, yo
[Verse 3: Phonte]
Some get hand picked, others get picked on
Some get a hand up, others get disarmed
I came from the bottom where the guns got withdrawn
All lows, no highs man, get a stiff arm
See me doing records so they think it makes a lot
But really I'm just trying to make Salat like I was raised Islam
Praying that the ends justify the means
Cause most of my heroes had fucked up lives
Coked up kids and three or four wives
Hoes in every city, enough side bitches for three or four tribes
From Marvin to Basquiat, it comes with a caveat
And that's the gospel like three or four choirs
Gotta room with a microphone and all this time
I just sat by the window and looked inside
Didn't like what I found, but you win or you lose
Make a living or have a life, guess that I gotta choose
One...
[Hook: Eric Robinson & Phonte]
I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye
Who loves you more? Who loves you more? (Every little thing about you babe)
Who loves you more? Who loves you more?
I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life
Who loves you more? Who loves you more? (Every little thing about you babe)
Who loves you more? Loves you more
[Interlude: Phonte]
Yeah
Yeah
Aight, real quick, real quick, real quick, check it out, real quick, yo
[Outro]
I got a room and a microphone
And a family that I ain't seen in months
And I played this record a million times
Just hoping you would play it once
Ha, break bread with your fellow man
Show love but look out for your heart
And always take care of home
Because home is where charity starts
Home is where charity starts
Home is where charity starts
[Exhale]
Thank. God
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