System - Little Brother, Tone Trezure

UH!

— She thinks it’s all in her jeans

But it ain’t her, it’s just all in my genes

Lookin at my fam now I see just what it means

Mom don’t like kids but Pop like makin 'em

So myself now, I better understand

A nigga don’t smoke or don’t drink but

Grandma used to said, «You gon' do SOMETHIN to smell like man»

So I try to fight temptation but the shit gets harder

She moves in closer and the dick gets harder

I try to fight the feelin cause she’s, so appealin

But these hoes take to me like a fish to water

It’s shouldn’t be that hard, thought I’d change

But my mind is like, «You ain’t came that far»

Huh, it’s like Adam walkin out on Eve

Only to see the appletree is fillin his backyard

It feels wrong, but so right

And it’s not fair, my dear, but that’s life

The life I’m livin

It seem like the devil took a piss in my gene pool

Me?

Family man?

— Who the fuck am I kiddin?

I look into the eyes of my seeds

Hopin they grow up to be much better than me

I can’t keep livin under these sick guidelines

Lord, please help me keep walkin the fine line

Until I can find mine, uh!

I can’t get you out of my system — NOOOOO, don’t go away

Wait a minute, stop and listen — cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby

Was the lovin good last night?

— Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta

I gotta have ya here tonight — tonight, yeah yeah

I’ve been at work all day, boss in the back

Gettin fat, take that, I’m at minimal pay

I’m a sucker to the clock, when I get home

I’mma suck unto the bottle of Patron out the box

Remy on the rocks, gon' try to take me

To go to the +Doctor,+ I need +Detox+

No Peace Scnapps, nigga I’m a man

Flip Merriot with the shots, think I’m three down

Since I ain’t sure I ordered another round

Pooh an alcoholic, how that sound?

Found peace in the spirits, ma tried to tell me

«Slow down» plenty times, but I just didn’t hear it

So I fifth geared it, reared its ugly head

Man FUCK, I was so misled

How you gon tell the world that it got you scared?

You supposed to be the man, can’t bring home bread

Make it 5:15, families don’t get fed

Livin check by check, never gettin ahead

That’s life, makin it hard to come home

So I’m at the bar where the stool’s my throne — it’s ON!

I can’t get you out of my system — NOOOOO, don’t go away

Wait a minute, stop and listen — cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby

Was the lovin good last night?

— Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta

I gotta have ya here tonight — tonight, yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…