It's such a chore
Telling my story, sit in my cave its my allegory, Sippin my drank
You know its a 40. Smoking my weeds, you know they're imported
What is important? Family and friends, money and love, all in that order
All out of order, all out of touch, can't settle down, I'm in a rush
I've probably never felt true love before
Cant trust these girls if I met em on tour, I give you love and you say you need more
But what more could you want from me? What more could you want from me?
I lost your love, I made you insecure
I can't deny it sometimes I get bored, how do we get back where we were before?
It's such a chore, I can't be yours
Im better by myself, I'm better with no help I'll get it figured out
Drive with the windows down, right now its wintertime
I cannot feel a thing, just took a 30 man, mixed with a couple xans it got me faded dawg
Before I had anything I had a vision could see over widows peak
I started smokin them cigarettes that shit was killin me
I can admit when I'm wrong, past couple days
I've been off call up my friends I need to talk, nobody pick up the phone
I guess I'm wrong, when I decide to make a change Mi Amor
You never changed I'm so happy that you came
You was right I was wrong
I shoulda never changed, I shoulda never changed, I shoulda never changed
Is this true love?
Is this true love?