Yeah, this one right here goes out to all the baby's mommas, mommas, mommas, mommas, baby mommas, mommas. Yeah, go like this. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. My baby a drama, mama, don't like me. She be doing things like having the boys come from her neighborhood to the studio trying to fight me. She need to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out. That's my house. I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out and let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a paycheck. Private school, daycare, medical bills, I pay them. I love your mama and everything. See, I ain't the only one who lay down. She want to rip you up and start a custody war with my lawyers. Stay down. She never got a chance to hear my side of the story. We was divided. She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday. I ain't invited. This ain't my story. I ain't invited. a trillions. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. I am for real. I ain't invited. That's my house. I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out. That's my house. I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out. I'm sorry. That's my house. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. Me and your daughter got a special thing going on. You say it's puppy love. We say it's for grown. Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever. You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can't predict the weather. Ms. Jackson, ten times out of nine, now if I'm lying, fine. The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth, and I'll decline. King meets queen, then the puppy love thing. Together dream about that crib with the Goodyear screen. On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever, forever, forever, ever, forever, ever, forever. Never seems that long until you're grown and notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong. Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good. I wish I could become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder. Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had. I pray so much about it, need some knee pads. It happened for a reason one can't be mad. So know this, know that everything's cool. And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. Ooh, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. Ooh, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. Look at the way he treats me. She look at the way you treat me. He's stealing those homegirls and got you messing up the Greek G. Without a pat on you, left to straddle and ride this thing on out. And the union girl ain't speaking no more because my call and I'm out. I'm talking about jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating, Indian to the G. They be the same thing. But who you placing the blame on? You keep on singing that same song. They bygones be bygones. You can go and get the hell on you and your mom. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. Ooh, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. Ooh, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. Ooh, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times. I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson. Ooh, I am for real. Never meant to make your daughter cry. I apologize a trillion times.