Yeah
Uh
Its the rap singer, the hook master
Real life convict, son of a gambler
Heart made of stone, and he move so cold
Cause my girl up and gone, shell be back in the morn
Go lil mama, take your drama
Seems like I cant live without it
I ache and moan
Cause my heart is broke
Cause my love went wrong
Yeah, another bag and shell love me in the morn
While the bubble over stove
As I was dreaming of a bag, I woke
You were starting to snore, wake your ass up
Layin in a bed full of cash
You slowly rolled over and whispered back to me
Thats just the way things have to be
Hey
What can we do?
Yeah, what can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do, baby?
What can we do?
Hey, what can we do?
What can we do? Do
Thats when the change comes
Thats when the games done
Thats when the walls come tumbling down
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
They see me gettin action
Started, it aint no fun
Time to grow up and turn it around
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
Hey, what can we do?
Yeah, what can we do?
What can we do?
What can we do, baby?
What can we do?
Ooh, what can we do? Yeah
What can we do? Yeah
To make it feel just like it used to feel
If my cup was empty, you could fill it Yeah, yeah
I feel you, yeah, yeah, I hear you
To make it feel just like it used to feel
If my cup was empty, you could fill it Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?
Yeah, whatcha sayin, Nate?
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? Yeah
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do? Like that
What can we do, what can we do, what can we do?
Damn, Nate, you sound good than a motherfucker, man
I need a blowout in my voice, man
Keep singing that shit
Yeah, you can erase all that, man
Hell naw, we already paid for this studio session, my nigga, hold on
It sound good, bro, where you going?
Living gone
Ayy, Nate
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nate
Mmm, ah, ah yeah