To My Grave Gerald Levert

I hope to God she ain't pregnant
How I'm gone explain this one

What am I doing in this house
What am I doing in this bed
What are you doing laying next to me
Running your fingers all through my hair
What am I doing with no clothes on
At six a.m. in the morning
They bouta sing the Tom Joyner song
Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm in trouble

I'm taking this one to my grave
So if I tell you
I might have to have hurt you
I don't care what nobody say
If you a player, you can send me a prayer

I'm taking this one to my grave
(Somebody must've slipped something in my drink)
So if I tell you
I might have to hurt you
Don't care what nobody say
Said, if you're a true player, you can send me prayer

What I'm gone tell my woman
I've used the cell phone too much
This the third time she caught me creeping
You would've thought that a brother had enough
(I ain't got enough)
I usually tell but, I'm