Sweet like the sorrow, no tomorrow is for yesteryears

The boat inside the bottle

Bottle up your love like a bottle of moscato

Sipping on the couch, just panties and a blouse

Another night, all alone, nights home, entertained by reality shows

Shoot pain and reality shows

You fell in love with a dream chaser

Away from home, money maker

I make it up later, promise breaker

Nights at the Blakely

I vaguely, remember sleeping in at the win a couple women that I just met

Twelve missed calls, I know she upset

Set myself up as if I wouldn’t give a fuck, silly me

Meanwhile I’m just following this rap life

Acting like your life is on hold, heart sounds cold

Relationship a decease, another lie gets told

It ain’t nothing really, until you wake up in the middle of the night

Daybreak, I’m just walking in

Champagne infused, pretty lady sing the blues on your way to work

Hoping I can change like Jimmy did for Chrissy

A knight in shining armor, your eyes become misty

Forgive me, for everything I ain’t

But respect everything that I am, I only did it for the fam

For the vision, of course women have an intuition

Just bare with a nigga, her decision

You won’t regret counter tops, hardwood floors

Spirals on the steps, red bottoms in your

His and hers beamers, ironically you hate that I’m a dreamer

But love the lifestyle that we afford that came from it

I can’t forfeit the fortress or let it plummet

All I could do is keep it one hunnid'

One twenty, two forty, three sixty

And you can hold that against me, whatever’s clever