G2g
Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta
She know tonight is lit
She heard about my latest split
Told me, "Come on"
Feelin' on me in the truck
She said she really tryna fuck
But not to bond
Now the day getting closer
Full metal jacket for my soldier
Like Saigon
My nigga said she was crazy
I said she wasn't
I was wrong
So wrong, yeah
Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta
Lines got blurred
I swore that we could make it work
I really tried (Tried, tried, tried)
Now she callin' on my phone
Asking me if I was home
I had to lie (Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
That's when I heard a crash
Broken window, broken glass
And then she replied, yeah
"Boy, don't you know that I'm crazy
There ain't nowhere that you can hide"
Can't hide, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no
Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I know she know
She got me all up in the size, I gotta go
I think this bitch might be outside, I gotta go
I gotta, I gotta
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(It seems we are now crossing a zone of turbulence)
(Please remain alert and keep your headphones fastened)
(Thank you)
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta
She know tonight is lit
She heard about my latest split
Told me, "Come on"
Feelin' on me in the truck
She said she really tryna fuck
But not to bond
Now the day getting closer
Full metal jacket for my soldier
Like Saigon
My nigga said she was crazy
I said she wasn't
I was wrong
So wrong, yeah
Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I think she know
She got me all up in her sights, I gotta go
She told me, "Baby boy, you mine and mine alone"
I gotta, I gotta
Lines got blurred
I swore that we could make it work
I really tried (Tried, tried, tried)
Now she callin' on my phone
Asking me if I was home
I had to lie (Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie)
That's when I heard a crash
Broken window, broken glass
And then she replied, yeah
"Boy, don't you know that I'm crazy
There ain't nowhere that you can hide"
Can't hide, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no
You can't hide, no, no, no
Got it bad, I gotta go
I'm tryna make it out the South, I know she know
She got me all up in the size, I gotta go
I think this bitch might be outside, I gotta go
I gotta, I gotta
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(It seems we are now crossing a zone of turbulence)
(Please remain alert and keep your headphones fastened)
(Thank you)
Credits
Writer(s): David Pimental, Danny Mckinnon, Amain Berhane
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