[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You want me cause my shit's together
And the fact that I'm clever got honeys wanting to do whatever
Like sit on my face
When you're down, I'm known to keep your head up
You love that I'm rogueish and the fact that I throw your legs up
And enter your place
You love how I keep my composure, when he holds ya
When he pulls you closer, you and me exchanging winks over his shoulder
He's s'pposed to know ya, bet he never told ya about the indecent exposure
With the Cosa Nostra, rogue dog soldier
Tech is vulgar, I pokes her
Like I'm supposed ta
Player haters come at me, open holster
Smokin' no umosia
Gave you upholster, put it over your closest homie mochas
Where I first supersoaked ya, sex rollercoaster, doja
Mister Lova, Lova
68, and got you yelling about the one I owed ya
Got your man stuck in the foreclosure
'Cause you want a "woah yeah", that'll blow ya
Full of green doja
Not one of them deadly motherfockas, yeah

[Chorus: Nichia Cayson]
All I want is to share my life with you
All I need is to know your love is true
I'm content just to have you by my side
For the rest of my life
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Jealous Mitch Bade-ians better stay cool
Ass-fabian I swipe your lady an' break through, way smooth
Eh dude, you don't wanna make the Techa N9na get the spray tools
Stick with your junky hookers, who wake up, everyday, with a Quaalude
I like you to wear your g-string lets me see things
Feasting on a P thing, nothing but a cheat thing
My wing-ding swings if she clean
Creeping kings we bring free flings
Feeling sexual healing
Touching the ceiling, your knee rings
Shows that you's a horney human being
But we cling to the freaking, down for the teaching, Ms. Thing
Why can't we be seen?
Cuz yee thing, and me thing, but yee thing
Might try to resort to murderous street sweeping
If you think you're cheating
Is that you beeping at 3 your homies weeping
Preaching speeches, the sex was reeking
So you got squeaky clean
So you wouldn't receive the bee stings
When you get it it's reaching
You love me cause no weaklings P-I-M-P-I-N-G brings, what?

[Chorus: Nichia Cayson]
All I want is to share my life with you
All I need is to know your love is true
I'm content just to have you by my side
For the rest of my life
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Back in the day they used to play me crooked, act funny
But now, what, I got money, I got money
Y'all be looking for purity, n***as with jewelry
All y'all wanting some type of sense of security
Somebody that's moving up in this life, elevation
Somebody to rub your feet when you wanna eat, make reservations
You trying to keep away from us brothers, facing allegations
Probation, elimination, from a nation permanently on vacation, time wastin'
Demonstration, if you was in a situation
With two homies, one was black and the other was caucasian
And if that caucasian had a Benz you thought was amazing
And a brother didn't have registration
The caucasian'd get all your concentration
No discrimination, I'm knowing that money's the justification
For you chasing a baller who ain't never trippin' off of inflation
You want me cause I'm the X generation
Breaking the station, got you wanting impregnation
But I believe in prophylaxation, baby

[Chorus: Nichia Cayson]
All I want is to share my life with you
All I need is to know your love is true
I'm content just to have you by my side
For the rest of my life
[Outro: Nichia Cayson]
Please don't ever leave me lonely
'Cause darling you're my one and only
You seem to live without your love
It's only you I'm thinking of
It doesn't matter where you're going
Just to be content in knowing
You'll always be here by my side, 'till the end of time