Text: Trey Songz. Day And Night.

Tell me what's happening
I'm addicted to plastering
These rappers beats with my vocals
What happens when I'm ask to sing
No problemo, instrumentals
I guess they ask for me
Then I answer, give them cancer
And they come back for me
So why the mad at me
Cause my mental capacity
Get to over lapping them bastards, the audacity
Haters even clap 4 me, realizing actually
I represent the betterment
And they just late like Letterman, man
Trey Songz, Page Long
List of who im better than
Contact my B.A. Zon
I might need excederin
Sicker than I never been
They want me instead of them
And if they dislike it
Im letting them so let them in
Guess im spose to let them win
If u was to bet again
It be best if would just
Put paper on the neverson
I'll let u know
I walk all through your vestibule
I guess u know, I'll stretch ya hole
Her love drip on my testicles
T.M.I. but he is I
And I am him flying then

Propellers you so jealous
You can tell us just e-mail us
I'm a problem, no u hating
There aint no calculating
I'm So Nasty on the beat
Just like a freak that's masterbatin
Be makin fashin statements
When I leave my place of residence
Feel like im intelligent
And everybody is hella dence
Irrelavent and the only exception is
My relevance you lookin at the future
If ever im in ya presence shit
Hated right, Trey be like
Haters get your paper right
Swear you fly, tellin lies
Couldn't live a faker life
They love it, shout out to Kid Cuddi
I like to live lovely
And your city something pretty
Why the kids call you ugly
Man I'm bugging, I be tripping
I be playing but they listening
I'm saying what the business
What you missing im the illest
I do this n my free time
And you can search
But you will never find a weak line