If I'm not your kind of woman being just the way I am Then I know you're really not my kind of man I don't believe you have the right to ask me to be
The mid summer sun shines but dim the fields try in vain to look gay But when I was happy with him December was pleasant as May There once was a time
Like someone drowning I reach for a straw Grasping for love where there's no love at all Slowly I'm sinking as time drags by and sometimes an old memory
The man I loved ran a salesman route Selling goods from house to house Now I knew my mama would never stand For me stepping out with no traveling man
[Rap by Ra-Ra] Me and my niggas is gettin down like what! Immature for the 99 like what! mad at my niggas cuz they platinum plus yo im Ra-Ra,bout' to