IRC-Galleria

I'm not your boyfriend, baby.

I ain't your cute little sex toy.

I'm not your lion or your tiger,
won't be your nasty little boy.

I'm not your boyfriend, baby.

I can't grant your every wish.

I'm not your knight in shining armor,
so, I just leave you with this kiss.

You know I rep' this shit,
I gots it tatted on my skin:
If you fuckin' with my city,
Then you fuckin' with my kin.

Motherfuckers best believe it
That you're fuckin' with the best!

Kill the lights
These children learn from
cigarette burns,
fast cars,
fast women,
and cheap drinks.

(It feels right)
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated
"Take the white pill, you'll feel alright."

Kill the lights,
'cause I ain't your boyfriend, baby.