He says there’s something just right
about the mystery behind mahogany eyes
I hope he knows that’s reserved
for the one who plays for life
one minute its: hey beautiful, are you the prize that I’ve won?
then two drinks later its: it aint fun if the homies can’t have none
these are just some reasons
they say I play hard to get
but who’s playing?
I peeped your game when you hit the door
and you haven’t shown your cards yet
typical and predictable
things I don’t go for
you can call it being picky
because I don’t want to be the one you adore
then you get offended and now I’m a fat bitch and a whore
it’s so weird cause that’s not what’s known of me
just cause I carry myself different
means I must be low and weak
you didn’t get what you wanted now I’m in the wrong?
your ego is bruised and you feel I didn’t give you the rub along?
you want to know what the is mystery?
it\'s that my skin is tough
your words are just usual
and trust anything you could give could never be enough
So I’m gonna let you live
even though you crossed the line
I guess you’ll never know what lies behind mahogany eyes