Text: Bow Wow. Regret (part 2).

I wanna welcome you to this shad moss album
Sit back relax
While I do this...

I can't lie man there's some stuff that I regret
Like lettin my fans down and cheating on my ex right
But I'm young so what, yeah ima make mistakes
And besides nobody's perfect any fucking way
Ha, I swear to god the press be all on me (yeah)
Oscar mire bloggers, everything they write is baloney
And why I feel like I got the whole world on me
Got all the money in the world, but yet I'm still lonely
And why the fuck my best friend had to steal from me
Couldn't keep it real so for that, I had to leave Sony
Sometimes I wanna quit rap like I'm through with it
Why I don't get my respect, and why they still act like I'm new to this
They hate because I'm fly, shoulda came with a steward's

When I did that show with omarion, I was losing it ha
I'm on BET acting an asshole, fighting with the interviewers, why I do that for
I can't lie I was drugged out, sipping syrup, smoking weed shit had me bugged out
Even Jermaine didn't know who I was
He know me best he been around me since day one
An I relation shit homie never changed
You can ask him, I'm still mr money aint a thang
Got homies back at home talkin bout he done changed
Lil arrogant bastard, he don't act the same
Who really write his shit is it tip or is it Wayne
Is it Bret is it Jermaine, will yall let me do my thang
Ha I don't even know what the big deal is
I'm writing for myself, yall niggas needa feel this