It's a Shame

I shoulda known it, blowin' it like she owned it

To pick myself up after fallin' down

When I try, tryin' so hard
I be lookin' for pussy, seldom searchin' for love
(Cry)
Do the seasons change
A gal who had to tell mine, guess that was just my luck
Those things that'll make you tell the truth
Can make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie, lie
Don't even like to go but when I show at a club
Those things that'll make you tell the truth
And if it's bullshit I gotta listen to, man, gone
This curb and go buy some herb and try to wet my worm
Why
The bitch got high, then my name was brought up
Got my swisha rolled
The things that'll make you laugh
Steadily irkin' me, won't you stop workin' me
(Why)
When it comes to certain purchases they can't go get with stamps
A hard lesson to learn, now I'm just finna turn
But before I got a chance to learn I got caught up
But I fucked up again and I went once mo'
So many people comin' into my life with bullshit in my ear
Can make you cry, cry, cry, cry
People walkin' by, "Hey D, have you seen?" No
A sweet to the head, my eyes redder than fire
Now the phone clicks and damn, my gal is gone, shit

Do I feel this way, why do I feel this way
Fucked my whole game up, told the whole hood
It's a shame when you're left out
I know I can't but still

Charged me for the caine, it's a shame

I'm gettin' blowed, lettin' smoke go right out the screen do'
And try to see if I could fly
I'm real, I chill, I fucked

I'm by myself and alone
Tried to go back to the crib and get pussy no good
(Cry)
It's a shame, shame, shame
And you're runnin' all over town
So me and this bitch who didn't even know me
(Seasons change)
Wasn't tryin' to find a bitch but stumbled upon a hoe

(Why why)
A nice quiet private place no one would know
Can make you lie, make you lie, lie, lie
To equalize my high
Left the curb so she can serve me, wanted to show me
I rolled somethin' to smoke, she had somethin' to blow

I drink and smoke that kill
With some bitch who don't even know my muthafuckin' name

To keep my feet on solid ground
Why

Can be the same things that make you cry
I'm finsta go up here to the liquor sto'
Am I to blame, am I the only one
Get up and get high
Charged the bitch for prostitution
But then them laws, though, they had us fucked in the game

Sluts, hoes, bitches, tramps, all of the clits get down