HOUSESHOWS

She loves my braggadocious-ness
My voice and shit
She looks a million dollars
And they notice it

I do not give a fuck about the women here
I do not give a fuck about the women here

I'm with my girl tonight
We showered at her crib
I met her smoking and
She dealt me hella shit

House shows
Clouds blown
While it all snowed
2 am phone calls
Had my dice rolled up

She let me hit from behind
Never met a woman who was just my type
Crazy she was living in the 305
Damit she would even let me spend the night

House shows
Clouds blown
While it all snowed
2 am phone calls
Had my dice rolled up

Sex dreams had me guessing
How she fit all that in them skinny jeans

Fuck, what, stuck
I found me a good one
But which one do I trust

Multiple options
Misweighed by my doubting
But no one can reach and
Attach to my thoughts

Loyalty's never been earned
It's been taught
I learned the hard way
Nigga you dun-thought
You dun-known
Don't miss or draw slow
We all legend
Greek myth or old folk

Somehow we found an open paradise
Like a pair of dice
Our chances slim but hell we played it right
I may seem scripted but I'm not surprised

Am I not advised
To tell the story how we made it right
It may seem scripted but I'm not surprised
Am I not advised
To tell the story how we made it right
It may seem scripted but I'm not surprised
Am I not advised?



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Squiers
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