2:45

(album: Against All Odds - 2015)

(G&B)
(Sound M.O.B.) Uh
Mmm
Damn, girl, hahaha
You like that, huh?
You know that shit mine, right?
Hahaha, yeah

It's 2:45, I'm on the west side with her on the top and my phone ringing
I'm looking at it, she going harder, she moaning back like, "You don't need her"
This the fourth time in the last minute, girl, I can't front like I don't see it
But that ass shaking, them eyes rolling, my favorite part is just more reasons
Just stay up in it, but reality is I should be headed home speeding
To the one I love, my own bed in my fucking crib 'fore I gon' to sleep
But instead, I'm all up on this camcorder, on some movie shit and this the fourth sequel
Why she telling me to stick my finger in it? Got me thinking, "Man, this bitch so freaky"
So freaky, oh, this life is just so easy
Just no stress and just more reefer, just more sexing and no beefing (Yeah)
And fucking on the floor (Uh)
Man, she's so good, make a nigga think I love her on the low, hey
In that eighty-twenty ruler, muh'fucker, don't judge me 'less you know, nigga
And that grass so green on the other side
I even heard Martin Luther King had a couple flings, nigga, why the fuck can't I?

But it ain't like I can't let go, she ain't that cold, and I ain't really on it like that
Blueprint, girl, I know you heard Hov, just fucking them hoes, swear that I'ma get right back, right back, right back
Damn, man, I know the shit wrong
Thinking to myself as I walk in the crib, kneel down, keep my cheek on the door, goddamn

You everything I want
And she everything I need (Told myself I gotta fall, baby, just deep down, I can't fake it, you drive me crazy)
And you everything I don't (Drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy)
(Drive me crazy, I ain't got no business fucking with your girl, but you drive me crazy)
But you everything I see (Drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy)
(Drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive, yeah, uh)

Coming out the shower, I knew something was wrong
Oh, damn, where the fuck my phone?
'Fore I said a word, she just tossed it at me, "I ain't go through it
But the way your ass acting right now, you got me happy that I ain't go through it"
And I'm like, "Damn, you shoulda went through it
All this arguing, why we gotta through it?
What happened to the trust? Like this shit ruined
You know when you wrong, a nigga gotta overdo it, goddamn, goddamn
(Goddamn, goddamn? What the fuck you mean?) I'm about to go (Where you goin'?)
This just too much stress (You goin'-what?), I'm headed to the O" (To the studio?)

Every damn time we start having real problems
That's where you wanna run to, the studio? (Yeah)
Let me run to a studio then

It's 2:45, I'm on the west side, with her at the door with no clothes on
I'm walking in, she rushing me like, "Hurry up and take yours off"
She a nasty girl, she gon' do whatever, she gon' make it hard 'til it go soft
Her head so good, got me thinking, "Mane, whoever had the bitch, nigga, your loss"
But at the same time, my mind racing with speed
What if my gal at home, doing the same bullshit to me? Damn
Fucked me up just think about it
It fucked me up just think about it, me sharing her, I ain't about it
And this bitch in got no future, no real job, and no bank account
And no fucking morals, knowing damn well I got a girl and she ain't shamed about it
When JAY-Z first found the one, he went and threw his whole chain around it
My stupid ass is out creeping with a lil' freak that probably the whole game was down in
If I lost it all, then the one at home would be the only that would remained around me
I just risk it, go for dirt, my ass belong in a insane asylum, but
I guess you gotta learn the shit, you gotta go through thangs, but I ain't tryna be
A nigga, mane, the one who lost his bitch, and now the smoke done cleared and he just want her back
But she too fucking happy with another nigga, now your ass is realizing what you had
Still I find myself on her line, pulling up at 2:45

But it ain't like I can't let go, she ain't that cold, and I ain't really on it like that
Blueprint, girl, I know you heard Hov, just fucking them hoes, swear that I'ma get right back, right back, right back
Damn, man, I know the shit wrong
Thinking to myself as I walk in the crib, kneel down, keep my cheek on the door, goddamn

She everything I want (Sound M.O.B.)
(I ain't got no business fucking with your girl, but you drive me crazy)
(Drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy)
(Drive me crazy, drive me crazy, drive me crazy)

There's certain things you just have no control over, alright?
Really? Like what?
Like love
Love?
You know, what do you know about love?
What do you possibly think you know about love?
You know, I'm sick and tired of men using love like if it's some disease you just catch
Love should have brought your ass home last night
Didn't you just hear me say I was sorry?
I heard you say you're sorry, you're sorry and you're tired
You don't love me, you only love your damn self