Contemplate

[Verse 1] Dear sweetheart, wassup boo Whatchu up to, more club moves I call her, no answer; her phone in the bag, she dancin' It's four now, the clubs over; I call her, but oh hold up Y'all know what, ignore button; or the phone die, let's hope for it That damier bag I bought her Caught the attention of those niggas on it That cell phone that I bought is probably filled with some other niggas numbers So it leaves me to wonder, why do I still promise to love her Cut me off every time I'm talkin' Which means she ain't never hear nothing I say stay, she wanna leave She get her point across so I gotta let her be I'ma let her be by herself in peace But five years from now I bet she see When the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wonder and wait, and I ain't tryin' to hear what you want me to say It feels good to be over you, babe So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate Play this shit while you contemplate Play this shit while you contemplate [Hook: Rihanna] Who am I living for, is this my limit Can I endure some more Chances are giving, questions existing Who am I living for, is this my limit Can I endure some more Chances are giving Questions existing [Verse 2] Them people, they talkin'; them lights, they on me This life I chose, but I ain't know, til I found it To be honest, I'm modest; one hater for every nigga on it One day everybody is applaudin' the next day you is everybody target Why bother, why talk to em, where God at, I need to call Him My knees on the ground, dear Father: don't let me break, please make me stronger How much longer, will it linger Well my heart is giving, will they believe it When my song is over will they need me Watch how quickly they find a new leader Questioning the whole meaning In the Viper Room, just me and River Phoenix With Courtney Love in Lake Washington With a note there and I'm thinking of reading This ain't hard, Chris Benoit Heath Ledger said the nights gon' be dark Feel the size of a Phyllis Hyman note Apollo Theater I just might not go Franky Lymon, the lime light gets old Cold so in a while I'm schizo I can't cope, I can't think; I can't breathe, this ain't me This ain't easy, I'm thinking; am I doing this for them or me I can't think, am I doing this for them or me [Hook]