Most of my friends are on they Al Bundy Just to hear it, man, that sounds funny I'm in the plain jeans, I turn them into Project Runway Tell them how the same friends used to think nothing of me Then we sip some bubbly I'm living life the way I know how You spend ten-thou on things you still can't pronounce Flashback, I used to rap like Mase Bumpin' fabulous, me and Nova were amateurs Now the riches embarrass us That's not material either They still won't pay for the feature I'm playin' nice with the world I might think twice when I meet ya They think I'm hype just to be here Here's the difference between us You in the mix Friday night I'm on the mic spittin' ether It gets deeper Album launch on a billboard That's the *** that I live for Your ideas are just stillborn I'm blowin' up cause you thought I wouldn't I'm doin' everything my old man couldn't Then I'm leavin' My Mona Lisa with better features It was only us, only you and me In this common sense style of it, yo It was only us, only you and me My Mona Lisa with better features It was only us, only you and me In this common sense style of it, yo It was only us, only us If I'm the one you wanna be with Then why you act like it's a secret? And now that your fans are gone And we're all alone Can you feel it? Feel it? Feel it Can you feel it? Did your heart stop? Is it beating? Now your friends are gone And you're all alone For the evening Sweet thing No Marvin Gaye Let's get it on I'll play your favorite song Cause your friends are gone We're not goin' home but we're leavin' My Mona Lisa with better features It was only us, only you and me In this common sense style of it, yo It was only us, only you and me My Mona Lisa with better features It was only us, only you and me In this common sense style of it, yo It was only us, only us I just lived longer, the big pun did But it might not be here to hold my son's kid Cause I'm fresh outta luck Man, I scarred with this whole city For a nitty Scott to *** I'm just scared I'll never end up With the one girl that I love Admit, I've done *** that I'm not proud of But what's love gotta do with a little menage? See, I got a problem I crack joke when my heart's broke But I don't know when last we spoke And I hate to boast But I spit that sick *** Misogynistic Not the type they wanna settle down And have their kids with I'm the type to make em Have to reapply their lipstick Right before I leave em At they parents' house for breakfast My Mona Lisa with better features It was only us, only you and me In this common sense style of it, yo It was only us, only you and me My Mona Lisa with better features It was only us, only you and me In this common sense style of it, yo It was only us, only you