No trust found 'round here.
She contemplating life like "who's really good for me?" She stay down on her knees so much, they bruised homie; And she don't know her worth. She sexing almost anything with a shirt. No protection, she just lift up on her a skirt and let him go to work. And when he get off, he gon be the first, and then he out the door, leaving her alone with an unsettled score... Unsatisfied, Tears fill her lonely eyes. The poster-child for simple, tonight she feels unorganized. Contemplating life like "how should i really feel inside?" Can't really trust a man with answers, because they only wanna fill inside. They only wanna fill inside...