Funny how it all go go
You never could know though
What happened to Tiger?
Was Kobe, you know hoes
Get caught in a photo
Lipstick on your polo
And all the trust that you build's right out the door door
Y'all went from lovebirds to looking like do-do's
And that shyt gon last, for months it'll go go
And that shyt gon drag, drag on like komodo
Over a bytch that look like Quasimodo, God!
Now you calling and checking in, all the time like your ass still on parole though
Wondering if you just better off solo
You paying a price, but is that what it owe though?
Praying up to God about shyt that's not even holy
You like she tripping over bytches saying that they know me
Then she put the p*ssy on me, swear that shyt control me
That shyt control me, man that shyt control me
Big Sean
