It must be too late
or always too soon
to sit around and debate
what I gotta do to get you
thought I was winning
by protecting my heart giving you part but I been sinning
I'll do a rain dance
for a chance rain will put u in a transition to love me
thought of you too much
never thinking much of me myself and I
like I was in this race to put your face up in the sky
so it wouldn't be on a shirt i'd hide you from every guy
that you ever did owe
when the truth showed it's ugly face at my do'
i'd debate some more
and then headed away
even chose to be poor
remember free living
and transitional housing
to get away from the fees
I chose thee,
you over me
treated my credit like a bad bet
I didn't get it then like now how I do
I let you be ok with 1+2 never equalling us two
or us 5 always said it's just us 4
say we ain't seen him
while he hide behind the door
nobody to confide in
since he doin alright he don't provide anymore
where's the finish line
what did I hop and skip for