Hmm.You kicked me out, I called you up
And after all, I wish I wouldve stayed away
Because Im getting tired, IndiaAnd every time
I hear your name
I think of game
That sometimes I dont wanna play
Because Ive had enough of IndiaHmm.Seven years
Or more of this
Is more than I
Can be asked to endure, and if this
Is a test
Ive failed it, IndiaI wish you love
I wish you joy
And if you someday
Have a girl or boy, I hope
You teach them better
Than you, IndiaCHORUS:
Seven years
Or more of this
Is more than I can stand
Tried my best
To be with you
And simply be a man
Sometimes when I try to talk
You need to understand
That life is long
And life is love
I used to love you, IndiaI wont explain
I thought you knew
But you assumed it wasnt true
When I told you the type of man
That I was, IndiaI broke it down
And kept it real
Cus thats just how a brother feels
But you tried to manipulate
My mind state, India[CHORUS]Now seven years
Have come and went
And I wont miss a moment spent
But still I bid you fairly well
My darling IndiaHmm.[CHORUS]Hmm.Seven years
Or more of this
Is more than I can stand.Bonus:
1: What is, what is El Pus, man?
2: I never heard of that shit.
1: Thats some shit somebody yo.
2: Thats bullshit.
3: Is that Mexican?
1: I mean, for real, yall dont got a real name, man? I mean whats is it spanish or something?
3: What the fuck?
1: I cant hear you, Cuf.
2: These niggas.
1+2: The shit!
2: In what language?
1: That shits Portuguese-Jamaican!