Album: Boy-Cott-In The Industry (2005)

What's Real

I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]

[Verse 1: Classified]
It's such an old cliche but paints a perfect picture
I know I'm busy a lot I'm really tryin' to work this with ya
And I ain't the sappy type but listen' I'ma set it straight
I know I'm missin' Birthdays and other important dates
But this music's got my hands tied and it keeps gettin' tighter
I know it'll pay off, the dark days'll seem better
And it really ain't that bad but I see where ya comin' from
I'm gone by the weeks you gotta stay home to make ends meat
You wakeup at 6, I sleep in to 10 o'clock
You work a 9 to 5 and I stay home without a job
And I can see why that pisses you off and pushes your buttons
But you can't forget girl I ain't doin' this for nothin'
Sometimes I'd rather go out, than make beats or write rhymes
But I gotta take advantage and take a chance in this lifetime
I hope you understand that, I know you waitin' patiently
But gimme a little time, I'll make this worth your while I guarunteed
So listen for a minute

I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]

[Verse 2: Classified]
Now step in my shoes and see this from my view
Got 10 years of payin' dues
If I succeed so do you
If I'm rich than so are you
And I know that ain't important
And I know that you support me and everything I'm recording
But we all need assurance, ain't no shame in admittin' it
Soon you'll have a ring sliding down over your fingertip
I know your waitin', and I ain't the most romantic
But I know what I have and I ain't taking that for granted
Patience is a virtue that I know most of us lack
5 years together, that's longer than most marriges last
So please bear with me cause through thick and thin
I'm trying to build a foundation, I just hope your listenin'
And I respect you, that's why I never fuck whores on tour
Treat you like I should, but I know sometimes you get ignored
And I spend too much time haning with Mary Jane
Worrying about this hip hop shits a scary game
And rappers are a dime a dozen, you get used up
Fans fade away, turn on you, and tell ya "You suck"
But I know you'll be here still wit' me when it's through
So don't ever think I'll put this music shit ahead of you
And that's what's real

[x2:]
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]