if i was occupied by the time that was givin' 
my life wouldnt be takin' the line of us ended 
my guyz try hard, but they got they own livin' 
so i just cry, girl i thught we was winnin' 
cause people tell me that you still think of me, 
evr'y night i know you try to go to sleep, 
with someone els by ur side, 
but they not me, 
they dont give it to you real girl, they not me, 
back to livin' in my car no one wants me around, 
so i'm back on the street. holdin' a pound, 
nothing to lock forward to, 
no girl at home 
if i get caught who can [bad word] to on the phone 
im really tired of makin' luv songs, 
get me back on the street, back packin the heat, aint half of it sweet, 
cookin' up brawls, strangers in the passengers seat, 
when all i W'ant is you back here with me, 
Neyo talk to em'