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I don’t know who you are

But you seem very nice

So will you talk to me?

Shall I tell you a story?

Shall I tell you a dream?

They think I’m crazy

They don’t know that I like it here

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her

The name of my record company, she says (you a singer)

I said my name’s Chamillionaire and I’m a rap entertainer

Oh you that guy they talking about when they be whispering ancient

Bring your name up when they talking and say money will change ya

I heard a lot about how you can’t deal with your anger

Heard the rumors 'bout how your always in trouble or danger

Not gonna judge you if it’s true, so there’s no need to explain sir

Cause you do have a right to be, you seem like ya nice to me

I’m 'bout to order me another drink, yeah would you like a seat?

I tell the bartender same Hennessey on ice for me

Her drink starts emptying while she’s spillin' out her life to me

Telling me about her goals and how successful she would like to be

Invitin' me into a session of her life and she

Seems so damn innocent but something isn’t right to me

She pulls out her picture phone «I got pics, would you like to see?»

I’m thinking she gotta be friendly as hell

Giving her soul to me, it’s like an identity sell

We never met is the story that my memory tells

Telling me tales like she doesn’t handle Hennessey well

Getting into it, getting intimate and into details

See, I just met you and you showing me your kids

«Who said I had any kids? I didn’t bring up no kids»

Then who’s in this picture, «Man, let me show you just who it is»

I don’t know who you are

But you seem very nice

So will you talk to me?

Shall I tell you a story?

Shall I tell you a dream?

They think I’m crazy

They don’t know that I like it here

Umm, I don’t remember her name but she look like an angel

Knew she wasn’t from here, I knew that she didn’t hang a

Round this part of the hood but hey the story gets stranger

Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain you see

She said she wasn’t married but the ring on her finger

Told me that she was lyin' and just using the same uhh

Game I use on women so I couldn’t even blame her

Spitting the game I spit to 'em when I’m trying to bang her

I bump into this dime, he told me that he used to know you

He told me about the loyalty and the love he used to show you

He said what he said with a passion like it was so true

Wouldn’t take advantage of the fact that the listeners really didn’t know you

There’s pictures in my pocketbook, almost got it, I’ll show you

She digs in her purse and while she fumbles around

To find that photo, I’m like «Oh no there’s some trouble in town»

I turn around to see two officers coming in now

They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down

So close, I can see they barrels of the guns to the ground

So close that they can listen to either of us now

We turn back around and then she says no need for whispering

Then she tells me «I don’t really give a damn whose listening

Try to make it last a long time was my mission

And he kept on tripping and then I got pissed at him

Hit 'em with my fist and them punches were never missing him»

I don’t know who you are

But you seem very nice

So will you talk to me?

Shall I tell you a story?

Shall I tell you a dream?

They think I’m crazy

They don’t know that I like it here

Okay, let’s get this straight, your man cheated on you and now

You talking to a perfect stranger like it’s making you proud

And the rest of this conversation she just telling me how

Wasn’t her boyfriend in the pic but a familiar smile

She said pictures can be deceiving like she knew he was foul

Look closer, you’ll see a coward who uses a smile as power

Fleeing the smoke strength, couldn’t stand it another hour

So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower

Damn what do you mean? I couldn’t tell you that I’m missin him

I don’t understand what your saying, how did you get rid of him?

She dissing him, as I ask her what it is she did to him

She stops then I say ''Ay keep talkin I’m listening''

I don’t wanna tell about the images I’m picturing

Henny spilling then she tell me For real and

That the feeling that I was feeling is that I wanted to kill him

Something’s wrong here and I know just who is the villian

Her voice was getting louder, the moral is getting clearer

The officers is looking at us and I can tell they can hear her

Told me It was protection, Reached for it in the stash

The plastic is what she grabbed and she put it right on his ass

Bust it before the blast, she thought she was free at last

Baby I think you crazy, I’m sorry I’m pressing for time

I gotta go grind, time’s been interesting

Now I’m sweating and stressing, this girl’s got me guessing

That this conversation is two types of evil confession

She pulls a clearer picture, It’s my damn ex-best friend

How you know him? She told me that she was with him at his house

Watching movies for Sundays when they be chilling

And that’s exactly the day that the hospital came to get him

The feeling was the worst feeling she possibly could be feeling

Stood up and then I yelled out «Why the hell did you kill him?»

I didn’t kill him, I have AIDS, she had sex with 'em and that’s crazy!