Lost Ones

Album: Cole World: The Sideline Story (2011)
  • Baby girl, I can't imagine what it's like for you
    I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you
    I know you wonderin' if this gon' make me think 'bout wifing you
    Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you
    Now I ain't tryna pick a fight with you, I'm tryna talk
    Now I ain't tryna spend the night with you
    I'm kinda lost see
    I've been giving it some thought lately and frankly
    I'm feelin' like we ain't ready and it's hold up now
    Let me finish
    Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
    How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
    Handle biz by ourself
    A nigga barely over twenty, where the hell we gon' live?
    Where am I gon' get that money
    I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world
    When I ain't got shit to give 'em
    And I'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
    So girl, you gotta think 'bout how the options weigh out
    What's the way out?

    And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
    I cry sometimes about it
    And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect
    Then we could make it work but I doubt it

    And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
    I cry sometimes about it
    And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect
    Then we could make it work but I doubt it

    She said, "Nigga, you got some nerve to come up to me talking about abortion
    This my body nigga, so don't think you finna force shit
    See I knew that this is how you act, so typical
    Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals
    It figures though, I shoulda known that you was just another nigga
    No different from them other niggas
    Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them drawers
    Knowing all the right things to say, I let you hit it raw, mothafucka!
    Now I'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved, mothafucka?
    Tryna take away a life, is you God, mothafucka?
    I don't think so! This a new life up in my stomach
    Regardless if I'm your wife, this new life here I'mma love it
    I ain't budging I just do this by my mothafuckin' self
    See my mama raised me without no mothafuckin' help from a man
    But I still don't understand how you could say that
    Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back
    'Bout your father? And you told me that you hate that nigga
    Talking about he a coward and you so glad that you ain't that nigga
    'Cause he left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit
    And here you go doing the same shit, you ain't shit nigga"

    And I ain't too proud to tell you
    That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
    And boy this shit hurts, and ain't nobody perfect
    Still we can make it work but you doubt it

    And I ain't too proud to tell you
    That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
    And boy this shit hurts, and ain't nobody perfect
    Still we can make it work but you doubt it

    They say everything happens for a reason
    And people change like the seasons
    They grow apart, she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her
    He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her
    Now she wide open
    She put a ring up on his finger if she could
    But he loved her 'cause the pussy good
    But she ain't no wife though
    Uh oh, she tellin' him she missed her period like typo's
    He panicking, froze up like a mannequin
    A life grows inside her now he asking "is it even mine"
    What if this bitch ain't even pregnant dawg
    Could she be lying?
    She be crying crying 'cause he acting distant
    Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different
    And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas
    Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures
    Swear they get pregnant for collateral
    It's like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant
    Tell her get an abortion
    Uh, but what about your seed nigga?
    What about your seed nigga?
    What about your seed nigga?
    What about your seed?

    And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
    I cry sometimes about it
    And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
    I cry sometimes about it Writer/s: JERMAINE A. COLE, JERMAINE L. COLE
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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