I just wanted to get this hotness of my mind
Kick a flow that is clear and non-convoluted
While refreshing and trill at the same time
Excuse me for being stank let give my introduction
It's Mr. Manasiac
The Flawda boy who at a crossroads of life
Like a woman-deciding if, she needs liposuction
Do I surgically remove the evil?
Or leave it because it feels good
Nothing like sexing another man's wife atop his car hood
Single women play too many games
Married women are straightforward
Girlfriends and Fiancée’s are the same
May I rhyme?
I just want to slide you a picturesque view of this life of mine
The life of a Womanizer who longs for a Wife at the same time
At age 5 Adu sang to me
That the Smooth Operator was not thang to be
Now 20 years later I realize
I live every verse
I never imagined that the diamond life would be such a curse
I roll from coast to coast
La to Chicago
Never realizing that matrimony does not come to men like Lothario
These aint no confessions from da womb
They just confessions of a life that leads to a tomb
May I rhyme?
Let me show you a view of me outside of poetry
The life a womanizer who cries when he watches A Wedding Story
Kick a flow that is clear and non-convoluted
While refreshing and trill at the same time
Excuse me for being stank let give my introduction
It's Mr. Manasiac
The Flawda boy who at a crossroads of life
Like a woman-deciding if, she needs liposuction
Do I surgically remove the evil?
Or leave it because it feels good
Nothing like sexing another man's wife atop his car hood
Single women play too many games
Married women are straightforward
Girlfriends and Fiancée’s are the same
May I rhyme?
I just want to slide you a picturesque view of this life of mine
The life of a Womanizer who longs for a Wife at the same time
At age 5 Adu sang to me
That the Smooth Operator was not thang to be
Now 20 years later I realize
I live every verse
I never imagined that the diamond life would be such a curse
I roll from coast to coast
La to Chicago
Never realizing that matrimony does not come to men like Lothario
These aint no confessions from da womb
They just confessions of a life that leads to a tomb
May I rhyme?
Let me show you a view of me outside of poetry
The life a womanizer who cries when he watches A Wedding Story