i don’t know who you are

but you seem very nice

so will you talk to me

shall i tell u a story

shall i tell you a dream

they think i’m crazy

they don’t know how i feel

Verse 1

See, it started off as just a simple conversation I gave her

The name of my record company, she said “You a sanga”

My name’s Chamillionaire and I’m a rap entertainer

Oh, you that guy they talkin about when they be whisperin aint ya

Bring ya name up when they talkin and say money will change ya

I heard a lot about how you can’t deal wit cha anger

Heard the rumors bout how you always in trouble or danger

Not gonna judge you if it’s true so there’s no need to explain

Cause ya do have a right to be, ya seem like ya nice ta me

I’m bout to order me another drink, here, would you like a seat?(Yea)

I tell the bartender seme Hennesey on ice for me

Her drink starts emptyin while she spillin out her life to me (slow down)

Tellin me about her goals and how successful she would like to be

Invitin me, into a session of her life and she

Seems so damn innocent, but something isn’t right to me

She pulls out a picture phone “I got pics, would you like to see?”

I’m thinkin she gotta be friendly as hell

Givin her soul to me, it’s like an identity sale

We never met is the story that my memory tells

Tellin me tales like she doesn’t handle Hennesey well

Gettin into it, gettin intimate, and into detail

See I just met ya and ya showin me ya kids

Who said I had any kids? I didn’t bring up no kids

Then who is in this picture?

Man, lemme show you just who it is

Chours

i don’t know who you are

but you seem very nice

so will you talk to me

shall i tell u a story

shall i tell you a dream

they think i’m crazy

they don’t know how i feel

Verse 2

Um, I don’t remember her name, but she looked like a angel

Knew she wasn’t from here, I knew that she didn’t hanga

Round the same part of the hood, but hey the story gets stranga

Cause this stranger was stranger than I could explain ya

See, said she wasn’t married, but the ring on her finger

Told me that she was lyin and just usin the same ah

Game I use on women so I couldn’t even blame her

Spittin the game I spit to em when I’m tryin to bang a

I bumped into this guy and he told me he used to know you

He told me about the loyalty and the love he used to show you

He said what he said with a passion like it was so true

And took advantage of the fact that the listeners really didn’t know you

His picture’s in my pocket book, almost got it, I’ll show you

Sheee digs in her purse and while she fumbles around

To find that photo I’m like oh no, there’s some trouble in town

We turn around and see two officers comin in now

They walk in real suspicious and come and sit down

So close I could see they barrels of they guns to the ground

So close that they could listen to either one of us now (shhhh)

We turn back around and then she says “No need for whisperin”

Then she tells me “I don’t really give a damn who’s listenin”

Tried to make it last a long time was my mission

And he kept on trippin and then I got pissed at him

Hit him with my fist and them punches were never missin him

Chours

i don’t know who you are

but you seem very nice

so will you talk to me

shall i tell u a story

shall i tell you a dream

they think i’m crazy

they don’t know how i feel

Verse 3

Okay, let’s get this straight

Your man cheated on you and now

You’re talkin to a perfect stranger like it’s makin ya proud

And the rest of this conversation she’s just tellin me how

Wasn’t her boyfriend in the pic, but a familiar smile

She said “pictures can be decieving” like she knew he was foul

“Look closely and you’ll see a coward who uses his smile as power

Gleamin smoke screen, couldn’t stand it another hour”

So she did what she did then she went to go take a shower

What’re you sayin? What do you mean?

“I couldn’t tell you that I’m missin him”

I don’t understand what you’re sayin

How’d you get rid of him?

She dissin him as I ask her what it is she did to him

She stops and I say “Eh, keep talkin I’m listenin”

I don’t wanna tell about the images I’m picturin

Henny spillin and she tell me “for real

That the feelin that I was feelin

Was that I wanted to kill him”

Somethin is wrong here

And I know just who’s the villian

Her voice was gettin louder, the moral is gettin clearer

The officers lookin at us, and I can tell they can hear her

Told me it was protection, reached for it in the stash

The plastic is what she grabbed and she put right on his ass

Busted before the blast, she thought she was free at last

“Baby I think you crazy

I’m sorry, I’m pressin

for time. I gotta go grind,

times been interestin”

Now I sweatin, I’m stressin, this girl got me guessin

That this conversation is some type of evil confession

She pulls a clearer picture it’s my damn best ex-friend

“How you know him?”

She told me that she was wit em at his house watchin movies

Sundays is when they be chillin

And that’s exactly the day that the hospital came to get him

The feelin was the worse feelin she possibly could be feelin

Stood up, and then I yelled out “Why the hell did you kill him?”

“I didn’t kill him I have AIDS”

She had sex with em

And that’s crazy