The Homeboiz

Ne Yo's song-Time!

How come you don't make time for me anymore
That's the last thing she said to you
And now when you call she don't answer anymore
Or the line is busy and you can't get through

In the time it would take you to learn from your mistakes
In the time it would take to dial the phone
In the time it will take you to realize her greatness, she'll be gone, she's moved on
To someone who takes the time

Her love wasn't a priority to you
You had other things on your mind(on yo mind)
And now that it's much to little and so far too late
The busy signals(disconnected servers) all that's left behind
You're all alone

In the time it would take you to learn from your mistakes
In the time it would take to dial the phone
In the time it will take you to realize her greatness, she'll be gone, she's moved on
To someone who takes the time

Hey, no one knows what they have until they don't
And by then it doesn't matter anymore
You're all alone

In the time it would take you to learn from your mistakes
In the time it would take to dial the phone
And the time it would take you to realize her greatness, she'll be gone (she'll be gone)
In the time it will take you to realize her greatness, she'll be gone, she's moved on
Hang up the phone...

I was lying in my bed one day vibin' to Ne Yo's song-Time, and one of the homeboiz called me.  We started chopping it up on the phone; the homeboi adamantly admits to being bi-sexual, no problem, we're chopping it up on the phone, and he invites me over to his house to play dominoes; I accept, then I get dressed, and I head over to the homeboiz house.  I arrive to he homeboiz house, he lets me in, and we start drinking and smoking blunts.  A few other people came over, and before I knew it, we were playing some kind of game where you have to drink a shot of alcohol if you missed the Qwestion.  Before the night was over, everybody was hella drunk, the men and women.  As time move on through the night, people started leaving, and it was only me, my homeboi and a few other homiez left.  We smoked some more, we laid back and watched some videos on the t.v., when the homeboi'z house I was visiting started wigging out; he started kissing one of the other homeboiz, the other homeboi was hella drunk, and he didn't stop the homeboi'z who's house it was.  Before we all knew, they were getting down and dirty infront of everybody still at his house.  Things got really hot, and the other homiez who were there started to couple up.  I didn't want to be involved, so I went into my homeboiz beed room, when I opened the door and flipped the lights, another of the homeboiz was in the bed playing with himself.

I grabbed my keys, and I went home.  The next day I'm at home vibin' to Ne Yo's song-Time, and my homeboi called me asking: "Why I left in such a hurry?"  "I know how he move, and I know how he gets down because I've seen him do that before, and it shouldn't have been a problem. "  I agreed, "but I didn't want to be involved with that," I told him.  He asked if we were still homiez; I reiterated, yeah, and he said he'll fukk wid me lata, and we got off the phone with each other.