And so he said, why you gotta be so kind-hearted?
Why you couldn’t be a con-artist? Why you couldn’t
Why you couldn’t be mischievous or just a lil’ devious
the moment that we first started?
Why you never ask for nothing, just a lil’ time?
Why you let me use yours cause I don’t got mines?
Why you always lift me up when I’m completely giving up?
Or when niggas holler what’s up, you give a dry response?
Why you giving me your last, knowing you ain’t got it?
Why you always buy me something when you going shopping?
Why you tell me that you love me? Why you always thinking of me?
Want my company rather than going club hopping
Why you treating my momma like she your momma too?
Why you making promises that you’ll forever do?
Whatever just to make me happy, wanting us to have a family
These are exactly the reasons why I cheat on you, sometimes