You hound me for my number like
it's such a crucial thing,
but then I give it to you and
my phone don't ever ring.

You say you gone so much 'cause you
just "handlin' your biz',"
but if your "biz'" ain't playin' mind games
then I don't know what is.

Been tryin' to find you for three days -
you gone without a trace -
then got the nerve to call me from
your babymama's place,

and, oh, speakin' of mama's - why
you still livin' with yours?
A damn near thirty year-old man
still doin' teenage chores.

Instead of goin' to work or school
for some financial gain,
you spend your days with video games
and nights with Mary Jane,

but while you always have enough
for clothes, new shoes, and ice,
your ends don't fail to fall short when
I just want somethin' nice.

Keep this in mind for the next time
you want to step to me:
a boy must first become the man
that he pretends to be.