Ready Yet - Mokita

I know you know that you messed up I see it in your eyes I know you wanna start over But sorry, can't change time It's hard for me to be mad at you I don't wanna be It's hard for me to be mad at you 'Cause there's part of me that loves you still Loves you still Always will, you know I just wanna be your friend again But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet I just want the bad feelings to end But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet Hit me up another time Maybe one day I'll change my mind You know that I just wanna be your friend again But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet I don't think I'm ready yet I don't think I'm ready yet Sometimes I just wanna call you But the time is never right Even though I really want to I can't leave it behind It's hard for me to be mad at you I don't wanna be It's hard for me to be mad at you 'Cause there's part of me that loves you still Loves you still Always will, you know I just wanna be your friend again But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet I just want the bad feelings to end But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet Hit me up another time Maybe one day I'll change my mind You know that I just wanna be your friend again But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet I don't think I'm ready yet All that I want is to take you back Sorry, my heart doesn't work like that I don't think I'm ready yet All that I want is to take you back Sorry, my heart doesn't work like that I just wanna be your friend again Ooh, I just wanna be your friend again I just wanna be your friend again Maybe one day I'll change my mind You know that I just wanna be your friend again But there's some shit I can't forget I don't think I'm ready yet I don't think I'm ready yet I just wanna be your friend again I don't think I'm ready yet Be your friend I just wanna be your friend again

They said I'd move on and I'm waiting I'm starting to run out of patience And maybe I'm not ready yet Maybe I don't wanna forget, no And I've been real tired of pretending That there's someone better just waiting And I don't think I want that Yeah I don't think I'm ready yet And maybe I'll move on when I've felt it's long gone But I don't think we're there yet, no I can't believe what I'm saying I know no one understands it You have my heart in your hands and I don't want it back yet Don't even know what I'm thinking This sort of thing could be dangerous You've had my heart since I gave it and I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet I say it out loud and I know it It's a little bit sad I'm still holding And maybe I'm just hopeless But I swear I'm doing my best, yeah And it's not about feeling lonely There's no one that I need to hold me But if I had someone again, I really hope it's you Yeah I don't think I'm ready yet I can't believe what I'm saying I know no one understands it You have my heart in your hands and I don't want it back yet Don't even know what I'm thinking This sort of thing could be dangerous You've had my heart since I gave it and I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet I swear I'll take my heart back one day But for now could you hold on to it? I swear I'll take my hear back one day But for now could you hold on to it? I can't believe what I'm saying I know no one understands it You have my heart in your hands and I don't want it back yet Don't even know what I'm thinking This sort of thing could be dangerous You've had my heart since I gave it and I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet No I don't want it back yet

(Precise) Man, them niggas can't f**k with you, man, f**k them niggas man! (Mystikal) I know, I, I, I know I know y'all niggaz can't f**k with me cause I can't F**k with my damn self I know, I know y'all niggaz can't f**k with me I I know y'all niggaz... Ungh, got-damn it took a nigga Thirteen motherf**king years through this shit Bruh, I been rappin since La-Di-Da-Di some f**king where I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz I know y'all niggaz Aw shit, it's on nigga Chorus: I'm still not that nigga to f**k with buster, bad for your ho health I know y'all niggaz can't f**k with me cause I can't f**k with my damn self When Mystikal hits the door (door closing sound) See can't nobody fly, through the swamp and bayou, like I do I know y'all niggaz can't f**k with me and they can't but they try to Some niggaz just need to be warned It's gonna be harder to get it up on a my own Nigga go ring the alarm Matter fact better know what it take For the back of your head to hit that grass Let' s get this straight from the jump I ain't playing with your bitch ass These outside niggaz that run to the mic better come clean F**kin with that Saudi Arabian Desert Storm veteran 12th ward offspring I'm runnin these niggaz to the jets To the hills, to the back of the tracks A-A-ask them hos, did I do that? I'm coming boisterous with 5 million switches I'm the man with single and double and triple And four five six time them bitches I'm the nigga with the go head, f**kin your bitch up in your bed Standin 5 foot 'leven dick crooked like a roach leg Much bone and I don't fail a test Little nigga f**k hos both sides of the river I can't be f**ked with, you can't touch this better grab hold Bitch I'm so cold I'm like a 24 year-old north pole! Give a f**k about these raggly ass hoes Grippin my nuts as I strut in my baggy ass Girbauds Makin em stop, (bigidabounce) pause, Like Jubilee All I'm harder than a nigga watchin' Janet Jackson in draws! But if ya catch me on the tv, or the radio spell it M-Y-S-T-I-K-A-L y'all ain't ready though! Chorus 2x (Precise) So Mystikal, in your own words could you explain your style? I gotta get a rhyme that can tumble through the air like a Rambo spear See y'all can stop lookin at another nigga Face cause bitch the man right here You nigga didn't think that I could swing mine Bitch I'm doing bad and saying rhymes at the same time (I ain't lying) Talking behind my back don't make me no nevermind Cause all you can say is I'm smarter than Einstein I'm fire like Cayenne! You'll never catch me cause I'm swift as a hyena Gimme the chance I'll rock the lakefront arena Like Teena Marie be rockin Tipitina's (damn Gina) Tall dark strong long and lean ain't nobody comin cleaner It's all in the way I lay my game down Watch me swing with the gillotine rollin round nigga town But everybody think these niggaz be wantin me To prove that I'm the man Bitch I'm colder than a freezer, cooler than a fan I got no love for no b-i-e-otch Matter fact's been that way since I was wearin osh kosh b'gosh But yet y'all steadily trying to squab bout me When I come in this door the only thing y'all can do is talk about me Better get some business about yourself that's what you better do Matter fact I'm a tell you mother f**kers three things I'm a never do One: never gonna change my style Two: never gonna bounce, three: never gonna bow I'm gettin tired of being sick and tired Nigga you got a problem with me gettin' high Suck big dick and die Same rhyme phrase get me paid, they can't fade The tan shade man with the braids Bitches peep as I creep through the 12th ward I done offended these niggaz compare me To niggaz that gotta practice looking hard Bitch-a won't leave me alone I'm not that Thug and I'm not that Ruggish but I do pack Bone Black prince of the south that's my title Bitch I'm whoo chka ckha oooooww! bad like Michael I'm throwin rhymes at a steady flow (Inhaling) whoo there they go y'all niggaz ain't ready yo Chorus Bitch I pimp hos instead of an army petty shit it don't harm me Bitch I'm entertaining like Cedric and I'm mac like Bernie I'm black like Menace and I'm g like Slimm I'm Sporty like T and I'm smooth like Tim I can click just like the boot camp but I'm conscious like daughter Bitch I'm insane but um, you still be wantin To claim that I'm your partner I'm Down just like Bust plus I'm Ice just like Mike And I'm the living lyrical miracle I'm just ice like precise I'm the invisible man you blind you can't see shit Picture I got more bitches on my dick than bitches at FREAKNIK

Look at this crib In all of its glorious antiquary Every curve and surface speaks to me Saying pamper and spoil me Sand me and oil me Come on I know to the untrained eye it's boring But nothing's a chore when you're restoring Apart from frustration, pain, and financial drain It's fun! Folks say Adam Why do you polish your crib when you don't have a kid? And even if you did have a kid This crib is too precious for placing a baby inside it So it simply exists to remind you Your sense of perfection is just a reflection that You are not mentally prepared to make room for a kid Adam, why don't you live? Adam, just make a start Are you willing to take the next step? Ready, set Ready, set Look at these jugs! Amazingly glazed and terracotta-ery I took some clay and made you pottery The world will never wreck you I'll protect you in a mother's embrace Folks say, Barbara Why can't you see that ceramics is Simply a manifestation of motherly panic By making a baby that's breakable Aren't you creating a way of translating the Terror of making maternal mistakes into clay Hiding away so you don't have to face being a bad mom Barbara That's what you've done, Barbara Just make a start Are you willing to take the next step? Ready, set Here we stand At the end of a 10-year plan A house, a yard, a minivan A baby should be next Together let's leap off the cliff Fall forever, then smash to bits Trapped in a terrifying viper pit Of diapers and regret Are we willing to take the next step? Ready, set Ready, set Not yet Not yet Why rush? Why rush? Soon enough, our hopes and our dreams will be crushed But not yet! Not yet! Not now Not now Ooohh? No! See? We can't start a family in a house with creaky floorboards You are absolutely right Let's add it to the list With the cracks in the plaster The wi-fi should be faster This sofa needs a castor The bathroom's a disaster! What about global poverty? What about world peace? Then there's the whole darn economy The whole Middle East We should learn Mandarin Yeah! Or Spanish at least No habla español Dos cervezas por favor And that's all we got And that's not a lot Do we want a bilingual household or not? So let's go slow No breaking a sweat What's the point of having children If we're drowning in debt? Now we're totally Completely Maybe eighty percent I'd say seventy-eight Ready to take The next step (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah Yeah!) The next step (Zooby dooby dooby, dooby dop and bow!) The next step (Zweeby, beeby, boo-bah-bah-dee!) The next step Ready, set let's See I wasn't kidding It's a show about death!