Yeah
Uh
It's the rap singer, the hook master
Real life convict, son of a gambler
Heart made of stone, and boob so cold
'Cause my girl up and gone
She'll be back in the morn'
Go lil' mama, take your drama
Seems like I can't live without it
I ache and moan
'Cause my heart is broke
'Cause my love went wrong
Yeah, another bag and she'll love me in the morn'
While the bubble of the stove
As I was dreaming of a bag
Then I woke, it was starting to snow
Wake your ass up
Layin' in a bed full of cash
You slowly rolled over and whispered back to me
That's just the way things have to be
Hey
What can we do?
Yeah, what can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do, baby?
What can we do?
Hey, what can we do?
What can we do? (Do)
That's when the change comes
That's when the game's done
That's when the walls come tumbling down
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
They see me gettin' action
Started, it ain't no fun
Time to grow up and turn it around
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Hey, what can we do?
Wwhat can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do, baby?
What can we do?
Ooh, what can we do?
What can we do? (Yeah)
To make it feel just like it used to feel
If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah, yeah)
I feel you, yeah, yeah
To make it feel just like it used to feel
If my cup was empty, you could fill it (Yeah)
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? (Yeah)
What'cha sayin', Nate?
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? (Yeah)
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? (Like that)
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?
Damn, Nate, you sound good as a motherfucker, man
I need a blowout in my voice, man
Keep singin' that shit
Yeah, you can erase all that, man
Hell naw, we already paid for this studio session, my nigga, hold on
It sound good, bro, where you goin'?
Living gone
Aye
Woah, woah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, man, mm
Nate
