Grand Pupa - Homeboy Sandman

Sometimes my weakness still surprises me

I try to fight it but the pussy mesmerizes me

I ain’t even worried 'bout how tight it be

Don’t know what I’m doing, if it’s wrong or if it’s right of me

I get so excited b

Every time a cutie’s saying hi to me

I ain’t trying to lie to her

I lie to me

Guess that that’s the irony

Nontheless I’m tireless entirely

Now she thinks she needs a tire iron and an eye on me

Time to face my mommy issues finally

Time to take the oil to the refinery

She’d be always rolling eyes and sighing at the sight of me

She was always fighting me

Got all in my psyche

Ever since it seems the thought of being alone has always frightened me

To the point that people used to liken me

To some type of player

But I wasn’t playing

I was always praying she’d be staying

All of those erections and different directions I’d be swaying

Had me feeling like a phony

One day I’m always calling her, calling her tenderoni

Next day I’m feeling lonely

See I ain’t never give these women time to be my homey

I’s busy tryna take em home, I need someone to hold me

I never took the time to let em show me

I’s all for moving forward wit the unknown till I found out they didn’t know me

My heart was those degrees below

That shit was all bologna

I wanted that Maria meeting Tony

And now I’m sitting home and steady on the bone, and got to one to blow me

I got no one and got no one and only

And luckily I’m in the zone with writing songs 'cause time be moving slowly

Without no one to work the pole or want to ride the pony

I’m also into cuddling

But I’m never cool just being a hunk, I’m always trying to be the husband

Yo, it be just a couple pumps, I’m trying to call her pumpkin

I always knew that I was up to something

Yo look all in my file, my whole style been denial and delusion

I wanted the illusion

I’d speak on future, that shit would confuse em, I was using em

Figured since I usually was choosy when I was choosing em

Found em then I frowned on the notion of ever losing em

I became a loser tho

Saying all the right things for the wrong reasons

Thought I’s honest so my conscious and conversations were clear

But entire situations my motivation was fear

Currently my motivation is willingness to evolve

Hear the voices, I don’t listen, I’ve discipline and resolve

There’s no need to answer yes to every single invitation

Had enough of playing doctor

Time to play some operation

More preciser mouvements

Less the oscillation

More procrastination

Less the proclamations

Less the oscillation

This is something that I owe to myself

One to grow with’s the goal of taking a hold of myself

I don’t know

How that’s gonna go

But it’s gotta go

Hot or cold yo I’mma hold on tight and yell «Geronimo!!»

Not opposed to trying to be adult and try a new approach

And am quite excited at the prospect of some new results

Get my head right 'stead of always trying to poke

Get my heart right while it still has got a pulse, before it’s broke

Get the venom and the sickness out my system before I find another victim

Only one that’s even truly on my wish list is my wisdom

So I’m off my shit and on to right my ship and keep it steady

When I meet her, I’ll be ready, if we haven’t met already

Take a rest then rescue me, acting like a refugee

Which has been my specialty, but the truth shall set me free

I been fishy as a fisherman with fishes in the sea

But now the hydra’s slain, I’m hydroplaning, plain as you can see

someone to spoon with soon as I can sleep

Now I’m off to make the ladies swoon as soon as I can be

Peace