J. Cole - Lost Ones
Baby girl, I can't imagine what it's like for youI got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you
I know you wonderin' if this gon' make me think 'bout wifing you
Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you
Now I ain't tryna pick a fight with you, I'm tryna talk
Now I ain't tryna spend the night with you
I'm kinda lost see
I've been giving it some thought lately and frankly
I'm feelin' like we ain't ready and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
A nigga barely over twenty, where the hell we gon' live?
Where am I gon' get that money
I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world
When I ain't got shit to give 'em
And I'm not with them niggas who be knocking girls up and skate out
So girl, you gotta think 'bout how the options weigh out
What's the way out?
And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect
Then we could make it work but I doubt it
And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect
Then we could make it work but I doubt it
She said, "Nigga, you got some nerve to come up to me talking about abortion
This my body nigga, so don't think you finna force shit
See I knew that this is how you act, so typical
Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals
It figures though, I shoulda known that you was just another nigga
No different from them other niggas
Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them drawers
Knowing all the right things to say, I let you hit it raw, mothafucka!
Now I'm pregnant, you don't wanna get involved, mothafucka?
Tryna take away a life, is you God, mothafucka?
I don't think so! This a new life up in my stomach
Regardless if I'm your wife, this new life here I'mma love it
I ain't budging I just do this by my mothafuckin' self
See my mama raised me without no mothafuckin' help from a man
But I still don't understand how you could say that
Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back
'Bout your father? And you told me that you hate that nigga
Talking about he a coward and you so glad that you ain't that nigga
'Cause he left your mama when she had you and he ain't shit
And here you go doing the same shit, you ain't shit nigga"
And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
And boy this shit hurts, and ain't nobody perfect
Still we can make it work but you doubt it
And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
And boy this shit hurts, and ain't nobody perfect
Still we can make it work but you doubt it
They say everything happens for a reason
And people change like the seasons
They grow apart, she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her
He spoke the magic words and on the same day he fucked her
Now she wide open
She put a ring up on his finger if she could
But he loved her 'cause the pussy good
But she ain't no wife though
Uh oh, she tellin' him she missed her period like typo's
He panicking, froze up like a mannequin
A life grows inside her now he asking "is it even mine"
What if this bitch ain't even pregnant dawg
Could she be lying?
She be crying crying 'cause he acting distant
Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different
And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas
Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures
Swear they get pregnant for collateral
It's like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant
Tell her get an abortion
Uh, but what about your seed nigga?
What about your seed nigga?
What about your seed nigga?
What about your seed?
And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes
I cry sometimes about it
Written by:
JERMAINE A. COLE, JERMAINE L. COLE
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