Losses
This is not a letter to my ex but confessions
Bout some shit I should have left
Stuck inside an era full of girls that's naïve and confused
Like girls how many of us next
Cause really when it comes to cheating she ain't even taking no exceptions
Till it's something to expect
She come from a journey with the other nigga jumping to the next
Like cars before an intersection
I had one journey with this one girl but I
Told myself I wouldn't mention any names
Wishing I could tell you that I love you when I shouldn't risk my heart
And how we fighting over petty things
I wonder if they know that all this shit comes circle
Just like karma is a wedding ring
In this life you get niggas that will take your food
Especially if it's feminine
That's why I'm just always by myself
Ain't nobody know my moves
They cant even tell if its silent or its stealth
They cant even tell that I used to fuck
Kay, Dom, Tay and Lizelle
They cant even tell that its me when I walk in with a couple thick broads
Wearing tight and short things like its elves
Swear she fucked somebody when you fell
Swear she fucked somebody for the wealth
Swear she got some niggas waiting line just to hit it
And you swear she keep it tight like her belt
But she don't even own a fucking belt
Swear she somebody's father held
Or she got somebody's mother melted
Boy I swear these women fucking hell
Lost somebody
Girl you need somebody
For you
Need somebody
Girl you need somebody
For me
Bout some shit I should have left
Stuck inside an era full of girls that's naïve and confused
Like girls how many of us next
Cause really when it comes to cheating she ain't even taking no exceptions
Till it's something to expect
She come from a journey with the other nigga jumping to the next
Like cars before an intersection
I had one journey with this one girl but I
Told myself I wouldn't mention any names
Wishing I could tell you that I love you when I shouldn't risk my heart
And how we fighting over petty things
I wonder if they know that all this shit comes circle
Just like karma is a wedding ring
In this life you get niggas that will take your food
Especially if it's feminine
That's why I'm just always by myself
Ain't nobody know my moves
They cant even tell if its silent or its stealth
They cant even tell that I used to fuck
Kay, Dom, Tay and Lizelle
They cant even tell that its me when I walk in with a couple thick broads
Wearing tight and short things like its elves
Swear she fucked somebody when you fell
Swear she fucked somebody for the wealth
Swear she got some niggas waiting line just to hit it
And you swear she keep it tight like her belt
But she don't even own a fucking belt
Swear she somebody's father held
Or she got somebody's mother melted
Boy I swear these women fucking hell
Lost somebody
Girl you need somebody
For you
Need somebody
Girl you need somebody
For me
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Writer(s): Michael Morema
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