(song is here: http://www.okayplayer.com/component/option,com_myblog/show,Video-Estelle-No-Substitute-Lover-.html/Itemid,140/)

Uh, uh, uh
Gyal, lemme explain myaself...
Hol' up for a single minute...
See, what happen was...
I was ... Okay, lemme think...
Nah .. nuh .. not tryna lie
See, there was this teacher in high school,
Really, she was a substitute tea-cher,
I know you're thinking this story got no''in' to do with ya,
And ya right, on the surface it don't,
But when you dig a li''le dee-per,
I'm jus' tryna stall till I can find a good story why I cheat-ed, on your chocolate, sexy, fine self,
Yea, I know it's fowl tryna compliment you after i done multiple counts of dirt,
That pi-cture? Nah, I can't even claim I was just flir-tin',
This ain't the 90's, can't pull a Clinton,
But 'fore you send me "to the left , to the left," My house is to the right,
My dick is to the left, My heart is to the right,
And nah, I ain't got any cliched things left to say,
Except, "gotta go, gotta go"

I liked the honesty in this.

Maybe it ain't what somebody wanna hear.. but too many people lack the balls to tell the truth these days.

Compliments.

"What is done in love always takes place beyond good and evil." -- Nietzsche

Thanks, thanks men...I'm slightly obsessed with truths...