I've been waiting on this my whole life
These dreams be waking me up at night
You say I think I'm never wrong
You know what, maybe you're right, aight?

You say he get on your f**king nerves
You hope that he get what he deserves, word
Do you even remember what the issue is?
You just trying to find where the tissue is
You can still be who you wish you is
It ain't happen yet
And that's what intuition is
When you hop back in the car
Drive back to the crib
Run back to their arms
The smokescreens
The chokes and the screams
You ever wonder what it all really mean

And I'm back on my grind
A psychic read my lifeline
Told me in my lifetime
My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
And that's why I'm Seven o'clock, that's primetime
Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hotlines
Why you keep giving me hot lines
I'm a star, how could I not shine
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a spouse?
Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused
What you about? On that independent shit
Trade it all for a husband and some kids
You ever wonder what it all really means
You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams