If I should die Before I wake pray to love my soul to take
Wrapped up in this ghetto blanket that was my grandmothers favorite yeah oh
You were my grandmothers favorite yeah
All them good girls be trippin'
Talk shit but don't listen
Them bad girls promiscuous
They'll never wanna get that serious
Strippers keep strippin'
Lonely niggas keep tippin'
No cash flow they furious
These bitches ain't inferior to war
I said don't get too curious
I'm talking from experience
I know
I'm just talking from experience
I know
All these niggas saying he ain't in
We all sayin' the same thing
She lies sayin' it's just you
She then runnin' through your whole crew
Her phone ring and you find out
And you ride out downtown for a night out
Drink until you go lights out oo woah
Girl I thought I found the one in you
Now you got me singing out of tune
Drunk up in this room
Missin' you
Girl I gave out everything to you
Now you got me singing out of tune
Drunk up in this room
Missin' you
P.P. People lie so I owe you pass the cup and that bottle to rich as fuck so pour me up won't stop till I don't think of you no more them quiet nights and this down time that moon shining bright outside just makes me think of our time I would find myself doing little things that make you smile trips to the mall elevates your style (long strokes) up and down it's not about where you at but who you with that makes a difference I'm sittin' at the top but I feel like something's missin'
Girl I thought I found the one in you
Now you got me singing out of tune
Drunk up in this room
Missin' you
Girl I gave out everything to you
Now you got me singing out of tune
Drunk up in this room
Missin' you
Girl we started off with a bang
Ended up with a kiss
You walked out and three years later
I'm still like this
I keep writing these songs
Writing these songs yeah