Verse 1:   Dear sweetheart, what's up boo   What you up to, more club moves   I call her, no answer   Her phone in the bag she dancing   It's 4 now the club's over   I call her but, oh hold up   Ya know what, hit ignore button   Or the phone died, lets hope for it   That dime there bag I bought   Caught the attention of those niggas on it   That cell phone that I bought    Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers   So it leaves me to wonder   Why do I still promise to love her   Cut me off every time I'm talking   Which means she ain't never hear nothin   I say stay she wanna leave   She get her point across, so I gotta let her be   I'm a let her be by herself in peace   But five years from now I bet she see   When the club gets played   The things you craving no longer escapes   And no longer there dates   You want a husband but no one has a cape   And now you wonder and wait   And I ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say   It feels good to be over you babe   So play this shit why you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate   Play this shit why you contemplate, play this shit why you contemplate      Chorus:   Who am I living for, is this my limit   Can I endure some more   Chances I'm giving, question existing   Who am I living for, is this my limit   Can I endure some more   Chances I'm giving, question existing      Verse 2:   Them people, they talking, dim the lights   They own me, this life, I chose    But I ain't know, till I found it, to be honest, I'm modest   One hater for every nigga on it   One day everybody is applauding   The next day you is everybody target   Why bother, why talk to him   Where God at, I need to call him   My knees on the ground dear father   Don't let me break please make me stronger   How much longer, will it linger   Well my heart is giving will they believe it   When my song is over will they need me   Watch how quickly they find a new leader   Questioning the whole meaning   In the viper room just me and River Phoenix   With Courtney Love and Late Washington   With a note there and I'm thinking of reading   This ain't her, Chris Benoit   Heath Ledger said the nights gon be dark   Feel the size of this Phyillis Hyman note   Apollo Theatre I just might not go   Frankie Lymon the limelight get so   Cold so in a while I'm skitzo   I can't cope, I can't think, I can't breathe, this ain't me   This ain't easy I'm thinking, am I doing this for them or me   I can't think, am I doing this for them or me      Chorus: