When we get loose,
i call it love...

I'm sorry it happened,
now we're insecure...

Love isn't intentional,
and not by mistake...

When you tell me that you love me,
and couldn't live with out me here...

I look in her eyes,
and it tickles my soul...

Your mama is so top heavy,
she tied her shoes and fell...

And now shes here,
but i dont know why...

Life,
and whats in store...

When i was young,
we coudnt get no poorer...

...a week ago i met this girl,
I..makes me feel like a million bux...

I dont know what to say,
iv already told my storys...

Its just my pen and me,
I'm finally free...