Can't Stay Mad

Trey Songz(트레이 송즈)

Yeah, yeah

 

Why you tryna beef inside the function?

Yeah

Got us looking crazy at the luncheon

Yeah

Then you go hookin' with your assumptions

You too smart to be up on that dumb shit

Yeah, yeah

All that liquor consumption

Yeah

Got you over actin', on some drunk shit

Yeah

It's a whole fuckin' production

I'm two seconds from combustion

Yeah, yeah

 

But I can't front, I love it

Yeah

You kinda turn me on when you does it

Ooh, yeah

Every time you act a fool out in public

Shit

You make me wanna say, "Fuck it"

Then I do, it's a mood

Fuck around and have us in the news

Win or lose, guess it's true

 

I can't stay mad at you (Yeah)

When you the one that I choose

For all the wild things you do

And I'm not excused

I be on my bullshit too

And I'm not excused

We both act a fool

That's just the way that we move

I could never stay

I can't stay mad at you (Uh)

 

If doin' too much was a person (Yeah)

Now tell me how you thuggin' wearin' Birkins

(Yeah)

Any other nigga would be nervous

I sit back and laugh, I'm just observin'

Yeah, yeah

That tequila be workin' (Yeah)

Knew you was crazy, liquor just confirms it

(Yeah)

I'm a long way from perfect

But you further than the worst, bitch

Yeah, yeah

 

But I can't front, I love it (Yeah)

You kinda turn me on when you does it (Oh, yeah)

Every time you cuttin' up out in public (Shit)

You make me wanna come touch ya

Then I do, it's a mood

We done fucked around and now we in the nude

When I'm moved, you my boo

 

I can't stay mad at you (Oh)

When you're the one that I choose

For all the wild things you do

And I'm not excused

I be on my bullshit too

I be on my bullshit too

We both act a fool

That's just the way that we move

I could never stay mad

I can't stay mad at you

 

Made my own bed and I laid in it with my mistress

You won't forgive me

over these bitches, just bitches

You act like I don't know your business,

who you been with?

I could run none of this (I could run none of this)

Point guard, quarterback, but you swear to God

It's all in the past, when we took a break

You was running back, so if we kick it now

They be running back

Sign on this car, we the perfect match

You gon' call the plate and we gon' hit the sack

Or you can snap

And I'm used to that, but I can't stay mad

 

You can't, you can't, you can't

 

Take it slow now

Oh, oh, oh

Could you buy me a new jet?

Oh, but I got to run