Going Back

this gone be one of them days when time pays no days off work me like a slave all work no play they smile in yo face thats why i have less to say thats why its ebk.my trust is like waves its bumpy them roads i played the streets is like maze iam off that cronic mind in a daze. iam going going back in the days.boys in the hood unlikelihood misunderstood father in the hood.i guess and i was right answer the question qupid. then turn the bow on ya self.falling for love i guess iam stupid.Why is yo love killing me.answer me before i go left out the doe love dont live here.I no love dont live here no moe.miszery coming babe quit bumping.you not my company.cup of tee.you to complicated