Texty:
Drawing Board

spent days and nights in my bedroom Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you Write a song a day but she won't like it anyway Back to the drawing board

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spent days and nights in my bedroom Trying to write the perfect song to sing to you Write a song a day but she won't like it anyway Back to the drawing board

through Hey, if you believe it then you can conceive it Had a couple of meetings no office yet Maybe I ain't good enough for these offices Back to the drawing board

Nobody's got the guts to tell you But I do But I do Poor, poor Mr. Pushover Never had a doubt Now you're going crazy Back, back to the drawing board

And flip flop the fake, who thought the scored And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards To deliver the real shit, at least we'll spit

showing And I don't need no center or guard, to get him open (Hold up) I used to run powers and draws Now im trickin with the strippers, the power of the draws

in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards Bitch I ball hard, breakin' all the back boards

riddles I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib And just when you find happiness he run away with it Then you back to the drawing board