She cries like a lost toddler Said: Don't judge me, I said: I'm not gonna So you don't have to call me your honour She laughed, said: I keep getting in hot water I said: We'll have a bath, it's only right You know who to call on a lonely night You know when you fall to show some fight But I'm not the Dr. Phil or Oprah type I don't have much advice for you, I'm just for you I support you and I hope one of these days I can call you When you pick up, girl, we hang out and I tell you I adore you When you smile and take a whiff of all the flowers that I bought you And you don't need to be a perfect angel or a saint for me I know all about you, I heard the stories they warned me But if you say: Boy, just wait for me Swear the writing's on the wall like a cave drawing, go
Well, I don't have an answer For these questions maybe we will never know But you, you, you gotta breathe slow Yeah
So she tells me her little stories All the rich boys that she thinks are boring And I don't really listen fully I just stare at her in a Biggie hoody I tell her things and I know they don't get through She looks for love and a reason to live too I wish I had those things to give you But those things you've gotta find in you And she plays the cool chick living in the Tumblr Smoking weed in a alleyway right next to the dumpster The boys they wanna fuck her so they text her and they bug her She likes the attention but she can't give them an answer 'Cause she's looking for an answer of her own, can you blame her? Underneath the fake her, these people aggravate her But really I just wanna save her If she calls up, be busting down the door like Kramer
Well, I don't have an answer For these questions maybe we will never know But you, you, you gotta breathe slow Yeah
Yeah, she says girl things, I say boy things She likes to make things, I destroy things She does drawing so I get the Blu-Tack She doesn't like 'em there, I say too bad We hang out and I show her all my new raps I see the real her, not the cute act She dropped the L bomb, then said: Wow, Tom You know I'm just joking around, that came out wrong But I know she loves me, I can see it, it's so obvious We hang and talk for hours, doesn't matter what the topic is She is far from perfect but her demons make her what she is And she's never smiling unless I'm in her like a floppy disk Uh, Windows 95, party like it's '99 Every day she's getting older, time is always flying by Never knew how to trust, but I would try I always liked a bit of trouble in this life of mine, go
Well, I don't have an answer For these questions maybe we will never know But you, you, you gotta breathe slow Well, I don't have an answer For these questions maybe we will never know But you, you, you gotta breathe slow