Hello, I'm my ex-holic, I miss my manCostume design, I miss my bandOur dreams on a limbo, what the * is a fan?Real fine, you make me his goddamnI'll become a god, I'm just running by landI'm the first black nigga in my skin to payI got returns, lots to sendI was born to get rid of my handsI'm addicted, I'm the manYeah, like a cop in a 10-5, that's not specialBut boy, I'd * with a jamIf not, I'd use it for a crimeThat's my time, that bitch want to dance in my handHold on, I'm jumping from my sideI'm yawning in the middle of the rest of the bandThink this hoe trying to danceThis hoe cheatingSaid I left my jeans at her place fanI leave a flesh in my closetFull of affirm bandsAnd when I checked to payYou said that hoe was a brandy manYeahYeahYeahUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huhIt's deep, I'm staying out of the mixI'm doing *I'm just trying to raise upCause I know, bro, niggas trying to flip thisHold my ass up like I'mIt's my manI'm from the designIt's my manCause you know that hoe the *'s the manI'm beautiful, I'm you makingIt's goddamnI'm making you loveIt's right, it's my manI'm the hottest *Nigga, my Peter PanWe run out of timeIt's not the sameI'm the mommy because I'm the boyAnd I'm supposed to my dickCause they think I'm the manYeah, like a cop in a 10-5That's not specialBut boy, I'd * with a jamNowadays, everyone grindIf I'm not talkingThat bitch on the desk in my handHold on, I'm jumping from my sideI'm yawning in the middle of the rest of the bandUhI'm okay, I'm okayOh, yeah*