True Story
Damn I know a na fucked up
Said I know I'm trippin
You caught me slippin
And now I'm missin
The way we did it
And the way I kissed it
When you let me hit it
Girl I get lost within it
You told me na
I'm tired of all yo lying
You always got me crying
Na don't you try it
Call Koby
Call Ryan
Cause I'm bout to get violent
Now I cry in private
And all I want is silence
You told me I ain't shit
Na don't lie I called that bitch
Houdini with all these tricks
Na I swear this time you fucked up
Tajh you got me fucked
Fuck it ima' take it to the crib, call a side na and let him get a nut bust
Girl I'll be damned
No don't play I'm still your man
I know I broke your heart I broke my promise girl I understand
But let a na fall through
And you know I still call you
And a bitch can't get this dick this shit girl I promise that it's all you
You said you hate it when I show up late
At least I showed up
Benji on that dinner plate
And then we pour up
But maybe this is not love
And maybe I'm on top of
My instinct that you fucked up and you gave love
But really when I think I don't give a fuck cause I know
That when you call it's always my phone
But then you fall back and leave me alone, and then double back and meet me at home
Don't play the victim when you know I caught the same thing
Promise made to both, but it can't be on the same ring
I had you running coach, yeah we was playing for the same team
Always on my mind so it's you when I do dream
I swear
Said I know I'm trippin
You caught me slippin
And now I'm missin
The way we did it
And the way I kissed it
When you let me hit it
Girl I get lost within it
You told me na
I'm tired of all yo lying
You always got me crying
Na don't you try it
Call Koby
Call Ryan
Cause I'm bout to get violent
Now I cry in private
And all I want is silence
You told me I ain't shit
Na don't lie I called that bitch
Houdini with all these tricks
Na I swear this time you fucked up
Tajh you got me fucked
Fuck it ima' take it to the crib, call a side na and let him get a nut bust
Girl I'll be damned
No don't play I'm still your man
I know I broke your heart I broke my promise girl I understand
But let a na fall through
And you know I still call you
And a bitch can't get this dick this shit girl I promise that it's all you
You said you hate it when I show up late
At least I showed up
Benji on that dinner plate
And then we pour up
But maybe this is not love
And maybe I'm on top of
My instinct that you fucked up and you gave love
But really when I think I don't give a fuck cause I know
That when you call it's always my phone
But then you fall back and leave me alone, and then double back and meet me at home
Don't play the victim when you know I caught the same thing
Promise made to both, but it can't be on the same ring
I had you running coach, yeah we was playing for the same team
Always on my mind so it's you when I do dream
I swear
Credits
Writer(s): Tajh Henderson
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