She

— We both seen eachother for over two and a half — something
Back then, I guess I was (for you) nothing, but nothing
Two years younger than you — ment baby…
You were hanging with cream, I was hanging with teens
I saw you and your big guy, having it clean
Never thougt you were gonna be mine and one day shine
That was then, now, 99's reaching…
The story of She — giving me trouble breathing…
You were alone, sort of. You and your man
You and a plan that, damn, didn’t work. Who’d understand?
You understood that. You both had plans that hit the fan
Now you and your man split up. Your head’s in the sand
I got worried when you told me: Homie, you do it for me!
— I stayed away, though, you were on my mind, only!
Still kicked back… I couldn’t deal with sneaking
Here’s a story of a She — giving me trouble breathing…
Chorous
I’m talking bout She with a trouble mind…
Time’s gonna deal with a trouble soul…
I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale…
Talking bout He with a troubled mind
When time ain’t dealing with a troubled soul…
I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale
— The fall of last year become december, I remember
You did to; stuff ya used to do
But you still made me fall flatter than floors
You were sad, and I was there for your comfort, of course!
You tried to show love but something from above
Kept holding you down but I still hung around
You went through all that. I guess I thought about leaving
, but you’re the She I’m talkin' about — giving me trouble breathing
— Sometimes I said that I had things on my mind
Wanted to say things but couldn’t find words to put behind
I admitted that. That was bullshit caus
I was scared to create a fuzz just by talking about us
Just talking that crush-thing, I’m thinkin' don’t rush things
I hush things down just to stick around
— You strong woman with a hell of a past that ain’t leaving
Frustration’s a she, giving me trouble breathing
Chorous
I’m talking bout She with a trouble mind…
Time’s gonna deal with a trouble soul…
I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale…
Talking bout He with a troubled mind
When time ain’t dealing with a troubled soul…
I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale
— It seems like we can’t fade, but then again, well
First you went through hell, then I went through hell
How’re you gonna be having it? Do tell!
Life inside of a mental cell is still hell!
Oh, well! I need just one of my eyes to see the stars in
Your eyes, even if you have me crying!
— You know, you smile when you sleep, hard times even!
I know I love my little She giving me trouble breathing again!
Chorous
I’m talking bout She with a trouble mind…
Time’s gonna deal with a trouble soul…
I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale…
Talking bout He with a troubled mind
When time ain’t dealing with a troubled soul…
I’m living inside of your high but can’t inhale