Conversation, my girl, uh-huh, yeah You take your time to come over me, day after
morning, I wake you and done, huh You make it easy, you tell me you a go take
it slow, I know you can't come You see that you lost a taxi, now run, you
can't start your car, you trip and fall, though Enough time you walk, you see your face along
and now you make me take you low, what's a God done?
You ain't got no style, I won't rule the world