Letra de Half Steppin'

Track, track, track, track, track masters
Hinchmen, keep it moving
Motown, Sharissa where you at

I was just about to say I'm sorry for being late
But I can't say nothing
The accusations you gripe and you complain
You always mad about something

You'd be wilding out if you knew I had packed my things
But I ain't saying nothing
The decision of a lifetime, I'm having second thoughts
About you for the last time