Be Free (Remix)

(Album: Sloppy Seconds Vol. 2 - 2005)

"Goddamn, bitch"

"Why can't I be free"

A late night exchange of numbers, a freak fuck festival
One hit wonder cutter, plus she sucks testicles
A wee touch skeptical, my feelings after our dealings
Cause she's susceptible to feelings after her squealings
Staring up at the ceiling thinking I'm her soul-mate
Begging me "stay the night", but I say "I need Colgate...
Irish Spring, clean jeans, drawers and all, can't stay..."
Seeing three rings she clings and calls daily
Sings on my machine about dreams of our baby
Bitter scene, bring things to fling on my car window
A more expensive lay would take Louie Vuitton pillows
Alligator sheets on a bed of elephant teeth
Now I wish my one-night stand would please sit down
With her bags packed and a nap sack on the next Greyhound
She stays on my street like potholes, waiting to jump out foxholes
Even rain don't strain her game, she brings ponchos
Sleeves full of surprises, changes weaves for disguises
Then shows at family functions battin her eyelids
I never would have thought from that one mistake
To shake this bitch I'd have to study AND1 mixtapes
For shit's sake, pump your breaks, listen this might be low
But you can call me midget, here's your EPO
Now remain in order of that there restraining order
But this bitch just laughed and asked if I would call her
"Whut?!"

"Why can't I be free"

What the? Hello... What...

How's my life?
Without you, it'd be hot? Probably
I don't wanna hear about yours, stop calling me
Hell yeah you bother me, you gotta be high
It's a quarter to 5 Am in laymen's "Goodbye"
I introduce her to tone for the 12th time
She tried to tell me she can't be by herself
Crying cause she's lonely oh she's so overly wack
Bitch leave me alone get off the phone and take a nap
In fact leave from crack ya room'll stop spitting
I said you need to Call Tyrone
Not Biggums
Nobody can listen cause you have nothing to say
I don't like you, you love me? We went on one date
That's great
I don't care if you are naked
The letter you left on my doorstep, my dog ate it
Of course I didn't read it the pieces are constipated
Put two of 'em together, yes I have call waiting
Really, busy signal
Wy do you think?
Find a new man and tell him to buy you a shrink
Leave my driveway, stop trying to spy while I sleep
Drive down the street, matter of fact drive off a creek
Why can't I be
Free, why do you freak
Out... -side of my house, inside of your Jeep
You crazy bitch, better watch out how you speak
Ey, what the...
Oh fuck it I'ma call the police
Peace

"Why can't I be free"