Early Memories
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
No no noooooo
Back in middle school i had me a cute one
Man I'm Not gonna she was a real one
Everyone said we was a cute couple
But My hormones hit
I was tryna couple
Man i was in school
Pulling triple doubles
On the low
So that Nobody could know
Man
Not tryna put it out for show
Cause
I'm the kind of man to keep it on the low
Yeah I'm the quiet Assassin
Bringing all the pressure like I'm full court trapping
Cause they running round my mind tryna get laps in
Make it hard for me to stand now I want action
Now she coming back to me
But i don't know what to do
Should i play for the 3
Or just go for the 2
Should it just be me and her
Or trick off and get under a skirt
Momma washed my clothes she found the notes in my pocket
She said don't like them girls that's fast like a rocket
I said you know what i got you momma
Said yes i can
Like Obama
I went back to her and broke her heart
Soon would this karma shit start
Everything was collapsing
And she
Just kept on asking
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
No no noooooo
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
No no noooooo
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
No no noooooo
Back in middle school i had me a cute one
Man I'm Not gonna she was a real one
Everyone said we was a cute couple
But My hormones hit
I was tryna couple
Man i was in school
Pulling triple doubles
On the low
So that Nobody could know
Man
Not tryna put it out for show
Cause
I'm the kind of man to keep it on the low
Yeah I'm the quiet Assassin
Bringing all the pressure like I'm full court trapping
Cause they running round my mind tryna get laps in
Make it hard for me to stand now I want action
Now she coming back to me
But i don't know what to do
Should i play for the 3
Or just go for the 2
Should it just be me and her
Or trick off and get under a skirt
Momma washed my clothes she found the notes in my pocket
She said don't like them girls that's fast like a rocket
I said you know what i got you momma
Said yes i can
Like Obama
I went back to her and broke her heart
Soon would this karma shit start
Everything was collapsing
And she
Just kept on asking
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
No no noooooo
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
No no noooooo
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Please don't go
Don't leave me no more
Credits
Writer(s): Kj Culcleasure
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