Yeah, this right here
Is goin’ out to all them girls out there..
That did me n South wrong..
Ya know?
Tell you a lil story its the reason
Chorus-
Love, hate, mistakes
Tell me what you think is goin’ on
debates all day
Tell me what you think is goin’ on
Too late, heartbreak
Tell me what you think is goin’ on
Whats going on.. Whats going on
Eh yo, Me and miss thang
We run a perfect team
We had all the things all them other couples fiend
Love, trust, good sex, and security
If you ever felt weak Smilez was your energy
Trips across seas
Show you the finer things
No more Burger King It was fine dine, cuisine
And if we never had it
I dont think it mattered
We were a classic like Nas in Illmatic
I was so deceived
I thought we had a thing
You used to blow my 2 way up wit 143's
Da L-O-V had me blind I would had of seen
I trusted my friends, all they were yellin at me
How could you do me so wrong
I dont wanna get dogged
I invested three years ma, plus this song
I’m so confused
Where to go? How do I choose?
I guess to find real love I gotta pay my dues
Love, hate, mistakes
Tell me what you think is goin’ on
debates all day
Tell me what you think is goin’ on
Too late, heartbreak
Tell me what you think is goin’ on
Whats goin’ on.. Whats goin’ on
It seemed so good
Yo we used to chill in the hood
You made me feel that tingle in my heart
Like no body could
And all the long we stood
When times was hard
Even before all this rap shit made me a Diamonds on my windshield
Tears from heaven
Pulling into town on the Interstate
Pulling a steel train in the rain
The wind bites my cheek through the wing
Fast flying, freway driving
Always makes me sing
There's a Duster tryin' to change my tune
Pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly, twenty-four hour moon
Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
Wishing he was home in a Wiscosin bed
fifteen feet of snow in the East
Colder then a welldigger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in the neon billin'
Theatre's fillin' to the brim
Slave girls and a hot spurn bucket full of sin
Metropolitan area with interchange and connections
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state,
running a little bit late
Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling hills and concrete fields
The broken line's on your mind
Eights go east and the fives go north
The merging nexus back and forth
You see your sign, cross the line,
signalling with a blink
The radio's gone off the air
Gives you time to think
You ease it out and you creep across
Intersection light goes out
You hear the rumble
As you fumble for a cigarette
Blazing through this midnight jungle
Remember someone that you met
One more block; the engine talks
And whispers 'home at last'
It whispers, whispers, whispers
'home at last', home at last