Why you gotta be so kind hearted
Why you couldn’t be a con artist
Why you couldn’t, why you couldn’t be mischievous or just a lil devious the moment that we first started
Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil time
Why you let me use yours cus I don’t got mine
Why you always lift me up, when I’m completely giving up
Or when niggas holla whuss up, you give a dry response
Why you giving me your last knowing you ain’t got it
Why you always buy me something when you going shopping
Why you tell me that you love me, Why you always thinking of me
Want my company rather than going club hoppin’
Why you treatin my momma like she your momma too
Why you making promises that you’ll forever do
Whatever just to make me happy, wanting us to have a family
These are exactly the reasons why I cheat on you…