She (feat. Masayah)

- We both seen eachother for over two and a half - something. Back then, I guess I was (for you) nothing, but nothing. Two years younger than you - ment baby... You were hanging with cream, I was hanging with teens. I saw you and your big guy, having it clean. Never thougt you were gonna be mine and one day shine. That was then, now, 99's reaching... The story of She - giving me trouble breathing... You were alone, sort of. You and your man. You and a plan that, damn, didn't work. Who'd understand? You understood that. You both had plans that hit the fan, Now you and your man split up. Your head's in the sand. I got worried when you told me: Homie, you do it for me! - I stayed away, though, you were on my mind, only! Still kicked back... I couldn't deal with sneaking. Here's a story of a She - giving me trouble breathing... Chorous. I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind... Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul... I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale... Talking bout He with a troubled mind, When time ain't dealing with a troubled soul... I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale - The fall of last year become december, I remember. You did to; stuff ya used to do, But you still made me fall flatter than floors, You were sad, and I was there for your comfort, of course! You tried to show love but something from above Kept holding you down but I still hung around. You went through all that. I guess I thought about leaving... ...but you're the She I'm talkin' about – giving me trouble breathing... - Sometimes I said that I had things on my mind, Wanted to say things but couldn't find words to put behind... I admitted that. That was bullshit caus, I was scared to create a fuzz just by talking about us. Just talking that crush-thing, I'm thinkin' don't rush things, I hush things down just to stick around... - You strong woman with a hell of a past that ain't leaving... Frustration's a she, giving me trouble breathing... Chorous. I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind... Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul... I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale... Talking bout He with a troubled mind, When time ain't dealing with a troubled soul... I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale - It seems like we can't fade... but then again... well, First you went through hell... then I went through hell... How're you gonna be having it? Do tell! Life inside of a mental cell is still hell! Oh, well! I need just one of my eyes to see the stars in Your eyes, even if you have me crying! - You know, you smile when you sleep, hard times even! I know I love my little She giving me trouble breathing again! Chorous. I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind... Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul... I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale... Talking bout He with a troubled mind, When time ain't dealing with a troubled soul... I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale