Songs in F Major

[Intro: Fashawn] Shit is madness...the fuck is wrong with you? Yo Al, calm down, calm down man... No really, what the fuck is wrong with with you? You got some nerve, bitch Uh, uh [Verse 1: Fashawn] Tell me, how could you disrespect me in public? You can come and get the rest of your luggage This has nothing to do with fame, shit I came from nothing And I know when a bitch brains corrupted Still in awe; not Eve, wondering "Why Eve?" The one who gave birth, supposed to be the Earth to my seed If I could press rewind, I never would've put my hands on you Never read the manual, "Things that a Man Should Do" Uh, I'll admit I've had a few April, Danielle, Rachel, Amber too The furthest thing from the family dude Showed us pictures of me somewhere on camera nude (that's fucked up, I'm sorry) Shit, I tried but honestly The concept of monogamy is not for me Only thing I'm afraid of is commitment I'm sorry but this relationship has ended, now stay up out my business (bitch) [Bridge] So if you want to see a nigga again, you ain't gotta pretend Uh, no I'm not a lover, but I'm more than a friend, I don't know where to begin And she don't ever want to go out, she said she'd rather go in [Interlude: Fashawn and Samples] Let's go in, hey hey, oh "There's some ladies out there that can do some wild shit" I'm telling you, dawg. Know what I'm saying though? Yeah, I see them too "Check this out" Ok, ok, type of bitch, I know you ain't lying [Verse 2: Fashawn] Uh, her crib's spacious but its rented She get impatient when it come to big faces Summertime: paper-chase, hibernate for the winter Just maybe you'll catch her face in December Kept her fans itching, I mean the fiends springing Had that ambition, trying to reach a zenith To the top from the bottom, all the while Stayed fresh from her socks to her noggin off the Game Wess Like Jigga out West, they're in trenches Type of chickens that drive Lexuses and Benzes But still alift in Maybach, keep her thang cocked A pain in the ass; bucket, ain't no straight shots I swear I'd never hit a woman But I'd shake the shit out, when if she don't zip her mouth up Can't live with them, can't live without them We go overboard for what's under their blouses I swear, some be on some wild shit You know the ones you wouldn't want to have a child with Oh no, I see your ass and trowel tip I can tell by a smile she a foul bitch [Interlude: Fashawn and Samples] Check it out, uh, check it out "Something for your mind, body, and your soul" Uh-huh, yeah; ayo Alc We coming from, coming from, uh uh [Verse 3: Fashawn] From the side of California where dreams are denied And niggas collect cream doing crime But for me, fortunately, I can rhyme Believed eventually I would shine Climb out the bucket in fact, never stuck in the trap I'm singing, the production is what I come to attack Quit bumping your gums and go uncrumble your raps You ain't a boss, you a worker; here, hustle this pack Boy, get down or get from 'round here For a pound, I'll leave a clown aired the fuck out In a minute, knock a nigga from his couch to his kitchen Uh, I don't mean to be mean, but that's all I can be All I got is my word, these two balls in my jeans And the world in my palm as long as I'm in control I hypnotize your mind, body, and soul Let it be known [Outro: Fashawn and Sample] It's the F, nigga Uh, word to safety, word is simply "All my life I've been a rolling stone I got no place that I call my home" Desperado, Santiago, uh