Rolling Logs

Mud to the asphalt Even the soft gotta be hard Most fall to the Astro Turf wars uniforms up in arms It's all our ass fault What yo ass want? Attention.. pause, I stand on rollin logs Constantly movin to avoid goin down Whilst tryna encourage my opponent Not to drawn, who's the loser now Lookin for a hand up They bite the hand and call it a hand out That ain't what this mans bout Round house, everyone schleep When it's time to go night night In my house, this world is not my home But it is when I'm passin through I care bout one person in the universe One guess It's not you I used to bug a boo But now boo be buggin She said I was too nice Like I wasn't a thug and I told her to show me a pic Of me not mean muggin She said "that won't prove anything" Like it wasn't Pics say a thousand words But I'll spell it out for ya U r a f n b Even sound it out for ya Might be my ex buuuuuut I don't have it out for ya Wonderin if you comin back Or if I shouldn't wait around for ya I wanna be dow