Unthinkable

How you act like this
Front on me and turn yo back like this
Lil Jon neva snapped like this
I guess it's all my fault
You was an angel up until I found an angle
Never showed yo true colors
When you did I seen a rainbow
What you bring to the table
On the weekend I'm able
You the total package
But need caution on yo label
I told you hold yo horses
You listened and now you stable
Was my baby
When the wind blows
Guess what happens to the cradle
I'm wrong

I admit it
These songs is all I got
It's only three on clock
I'm taking my final shot
Remember when we was teens I took you onto the block
I let you meet all my niggas
You know that they all I got
You was tryna turn me into something that I'm not
Fuck yo nigga I'm Rosa Parks
He could never take my spot
What's a loss when you bout to touch a mill in a year

Guess I'll make another track saying how I feel in a year wassup
Wassup
Wassup
Aye
Guess I'll make another track saying how I feel in a year wassup



Credits
Writer(s): Larussell Thomas
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