Back just where we started
Cause after every argument
Nothing's getting fix
You say I broke ya heart
But highly doubt that shit
Please excuse my language
Apart from you is hell but together
We'd make a angel
How you supposed to feel
When what your feeling feels painful
Whats her angel I'll soh toa
Messi for the mess
Don't kick us to the side
I know ya goals got you stress
Don't let it get the best of we
Good for the soul
And You my secret recipe
When you see me you see red
And it messed up cause every time
We talk we play catch up
And you play it so well
Thought I had game til I seen you and Denzel
You got my heart inside ya hand
It may be hard to understand
Just know your next move
Could turn a Boy into a man
I was told to never panic
When faced a problem I just pan it
Move it to the side
But I been so busy lately
It's hard to find some time to spare
Looking from the outside
It Seems that I could hardly care
[Talking]
At least that's what you say...
Or should I say used to say...
That's what you used to say...