Shoulda been true, now I'm buggin
Should been you, I was huggin
Crying the blues, ain't that something
I don't wanna lose your good loving
Was talking loud, head in the clouds, pleasing the crowds, Shorty I was straight trippin
Making it rain and feeling no pain. You lose you gain - what up? What you sippin
Too blind to see no one's minding me, just trying to see what I'm made of
Now the love is lost and I'm paying the cost to be the boss - guess that's the trade-off