I woke up this morning and
wondered just how long?
How many more years do I wait
to hear my version of the Wedding March song.
Through trials and tribulations
You canít say I ainít had your back.
Supported you through good times and bad,
When you feel short always picked up the slack.
Now I donít mean to brag but,
thereís go to be a shortage of women like ME.
Fine, dark mocha chocolate, sharp at the tongue,
AND behind me a 4-year degree.
I can strut anywhere I please
and feel all eyes on me.
Giving advice to Women on my life while
Men wonder with whom Iíll choose to be.
I know Iím not the first to tell you
You ďsho a lucky assĒ man,
So Iím still wondering what the HELL is wrong,
Cuz all I see is my class ring on my hand.
19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25
Niggah, Iíve spent half my twenties LOVING YOU
but how long do you expect this love to strive?
No whispers of future plans,
but only what you think are good excuses of
Why you are not yet a MARRIED man.
Now Iím tired of pleading my case.
Your time has come to choose this or that.
I want to hear those four little words from you
OR all your stuff is out including your stank-ass Phillyís hat.