Gone Fishing

Damn it’s really you, look how much you’ve changed

Still remember all the nasty things you had hidden in your closet

Pause, and let’s go back to the first day

Cautious, but you was ready to play

Roses? I know you thinking he lame but fuck it the day’s about to end

And buckets are filling like Shaq

Shag pad courtesy of mom, don’t tell her though that’ll be the bomb

Bitches love a nigga like LeBron and fuck it the day’s about to end

Dumb, thinking I would get trim based on money and fashion

Couldn’t tell the difference from a ho even though I thought I was a pimp

Fish for the best fish, not the ones swimming next to all the slugs

Now she mad, now she hold a grudge, but she said she she gon give it up

Fun when you live with no regrets, but she sitting by the floor to stretch

You asked now you got a little girl, question is, is that her name, "bitch"?

Fish, fish, fish

I hate it when the day escapes

This planet of the bathing apes

Never thought I’d see the great face

They say we mirror what the game makes

Find me lost in my conscious mind

Strange are the kind of things that you’ll find

Look behind the signpost

And see my mind's toast hard to boast

Rather brag about dick sizing

Or better yet my cock arising

The way I think about my life I go chub

Thank God these hoes show love

How you doin, booby? Can I call you that?

Never call you back

I’ll never ever think of think of you outside this room

I think you feel it, too

Oh never mind, this happens every time

I leave my girl behind

She don’t know that she don’t know

That she gon, she gon get, she gon get with him

And she’ll shit on me, so that shit repeats

Such a shame, leave her be

I don’t know the fucking thing to say

I’ve never learned to fish this way