[Chris brown]

She's just perfect in every kinda way

But I don't think I can handle her pain

So messed up and I'm too busy just running my game

Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake

I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex

I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit.

[Chris brown]

Sorry, don't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know.

[Rick ross]

We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist

Conversation, she lick every tattoo that's on my face

Like a thug, I just wanna fuck on it, that's every day

Temporary separations, confessing my mistakes

She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt

You knew shit, but she can't tell me that it's real first

A lot of lies apologised, the thirst real

When she hit this thinking to herself, "damn this verse real"

Read about it vegas, I made this with merc

Send the bottles to her table then made love on the jet

Temporary thrills, all these women you think I told you

My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs

I been a boss before I ever recorded meek song

Mill and cash on the gram, they trending meat chong

In the d in my g and he throwing that peace on

Every picture that you post we comment for this one.

[Chris brown]

I'm just a typical ordinary nigga

But I know that I can't change for you

All this time I blamed you cause I know what I'm doing

Stabbing on your heart again, relationship ruined

I tried to change but I'm always out, fucking around in the club

Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up

My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up

I feel like shit, know I ain't shit but I'm.

[Chris brown]

Sorry, don't turn back the clock

Baby I took advantage cause I knew you

Wouldn't believe it, so I used you

I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry don't make it right, I know.

[Rick ross]

Like jordan, baby girl you deserve a winner

Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger

Hustle from my heart so every night I can deliver

Saying sorry, lean up, way up in your liver

Boss, the red bottom's got you walking funny

Get you an agent, she balling and all she talk is money

Take you shopping, baby boy ain't no salary caps

She get it popping so you better bring battery packs

Perfect time to relax

Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match

They all watch me cause the moves I make out they budget

Diamond digits, six figures on my shorty nugget.

[Chris brown]

I tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed

Gave you my word but they were just broken promises

Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex

I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit.