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these words are written by Outkast but kinda sum up how we feel.\n\n\nYeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas\nMamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas\nYeah, go like this\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nMy baby's drama mama, don't like me\nShe be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhood\nTo the studio trying to fight me\nShe need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out\nThat's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out\nAnd let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck\nPrivate school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that\nI love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down\nShe wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down\nShit you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided\nShe had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited\nDespite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through\nAll you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nMe and yo' daughter, got's this thing going on\n(We got a special kind of thing going on)\nYou say it's puppy love\nWe say it's full grown\nHope that we feel this, feel this way forever\nYou can plan a pretty picnic\nBut you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson\nTen times out of nine, now if I'm lyin' fine\nThe quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline\nKing meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream\nBout that crib with the Goodyear swing\nOn the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever\nForever, forever, ever, forever, ever?\nForever never seems that long until you're grown\nAnd notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong\nMs. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could\nBecome a magician to abacadabra all the sadder\nThoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he\nAsking what happened to the feeling that her and me\nHad, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads\nIt happened for a reason one can't be, mad\nSo know this, know that everything's cool\nAnd yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nUh, uh, yeah\n"Look at the way he treats me"\nShit, look at the way you treat me\nYou see your little nosy-ass home girls\nDone got your ass sent up the creek G\nWithout a paddle, you left to straddle\nAnd ride this thing on out\nNow you and your girl ain't speaking no more\nCause my dick all in her mouth\nKnow what I'm talking about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy\nCheating to beating, envy and to the G they be the same thing\nSo who you placing the blame on, you keep on singing the same song\nLet bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on\nYou and your mama\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times\nI'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real\nNever meant to make your daughter cry\nI apologize a trillion times