No Programming

I cannot see what's beyond your eyes

Your eyes, your eyes

I cannot see what's beyond your eyes

I don't wanna get along with you

at all wanna do what I wanna do

I want, yeah, I want her to see I got lots of things on my list that I gotta accomplish

Don't stand in my way

Don't stand in my way

All you do is complain

And it makes me just wanna come and hang with my gang

I don't have no doctor degree on me

Figure it out

Figure it out

But don't treat me less than your friends

When I'm the one that makes you feel loved

I'm the one that put you above all these other girls

You still think I'm out there running some game

You're probably not telling me everything

You don't gotta tell me it's on my face

That you'd love me if you don't

You thought I would do your will

When you found out I just want

No programming, no programming

Shawty got mad, yeah

Now she can't stand in it

And she got a side man

So go and do your thing

And I'll be with the gang

And we gon' get this bread

I cannot see what's beneath your eyes

I cannot see what's behind your eyes

Nicotine smoke, from the blue light, baby, baby

You don't wanna bet on me for hundred meter dash

She gon' trip on everything I do, right, baby, baby

Just don't wanna get with me, and now she on a dash

She feeling so unattached

Shorty still question me front to back, to back to front, I'm gone

Best advice, I brought it back alone

Whiskey, rye, fell on the gravel stones

Thought this was the holy matrimony that we wanted, but it came down to a stop

Tell your girlfriends all of the sleeping around you got away with back home was a lot

The guy from IG, the other guy that look like me

The other guy that used to produce for Ice-T

The other fella that you went to see in NYC

The list don't end

I'm like baby you're an evil woman

That's word to Santana

I think I might pour a quarter up and mix it in

the Fanta I'm like,"Baby, you're an evil woman"

That's word to Santana

I think I might pour a quarter up

and mix it in a Fanta

You don't have to tell me to my face

That you'd love me if you don't

You thought I would do your will

when you found out I just want

No programming, no programming

Shorty got mad and now she can't stand it

And she got a side man

So go and do your thing and I'll be with the gang and we gon get this bread