“The thought wasn’t mine but, she’s still in the brain
And I know wherever she’s at, she’s feelin’ the same
So ’till my fantasy dame pop up
Everytime the cell rings I’m prayin that her name pop up
I know, I ain’t supposed to wife her
But it’s God’s fault, I wasn’t supposed to like her
Sometimes I think, why’d I have to meet chick for?
And some times, be careful what you wish for”