There was something 'bout her face Something 'bout the way that they would taste Lick her lips after slipping everything she should've say And saying everything that couldn't wait Saying wouldn't it be great A little bait heard a little late Years of trying to be finding me cause I'm a slipper on a date Saying wait, the day will break Trying to play it straight But she be saying wake me up at eight Now I'm talking late Jack way back when I get eczema on my elbows Before she found shelter in the shelt holes We felt those, lows That heaven in the hell holes Waiting for a situation saying we should show those feelings We're feeling, cause I don't get no E's in the evening Release when I'm dreaming And she would say she can't believe what she's reading Cause everything I write has been misleading, she needs
It be the friday night Filling it with FIFA Slum village sleeping through the speaker I need her Deeper than the reasons had to leave her But she aint thinking 'bout me I ain't thinking 'bout her neither either Believe her or let it go It seems the latter looks like losing over setting stone Best to bell her phone I'd rather see her but she's never home So I start to moan all alone Grab her breath and groan speak after the tone like Yo it's me what you saying It's been a week I was playing I know this isn't good for you but another night your staying So help me Im just tryna find a way It ain't to early morning lay it low They say the situations straying Your the player now you're praying no more What you playing those for I played my cards right, twice, for nothing Now I ain't waiting no more