Killin him Softly
He was singing his song
He was stringing along
He was strumming your pain
He was pulling the strings
He was fucking with me
He lucky I'm a comfortable man
He was singing your life
He was stealing my life
I have a feeling I might be
Killing him softly with this one
I heard you got a text
Damn baby write back so i can see what he write next
I see he trying to flex
Ask him where he trying to meet next
I cut a couple checks
Have the niggas pull up faster than his sex
Look, I'm a woke nigga, I ain't even mad at shorty for it
But I'll be damned if I ignore it
Look, I never wanna take your life if i was asking for it
But niggas still texting so I guess he asking for it
Im gonna find out where he stay
Baby
Pass the AK, and I pull up to his place
Baby
Baby
He was singing his song
He was stringing along
He was strumming your pain
He was pulling the strings
He was fucking with me
He lucky I'm a comfortable man
He was singing your life
He was stealing my life
I have a feeling I might be
Killing him softly with this one
And then boys move on from these scenarios
Victimized and unable to process this hurt, this grief
Unable to cry and look inward
Towards themselves to address the situation
Causing more insecurities
Which ultimately bubble up into these new situations
New relationships
They finally find themselves becoming the demons
That haunt their very selves
Girl I know you tired
Here lets have this drink i know you wired
Up drinking coffee when you should really be waking up to it
You feel me?
(Do you hear me?)
Yeah girl i hear you
Here take this lobe
Be Interscope, give me a earful
Uh huh, uh huh
Damn i must be evil
Cuz all the issues you just told me
I already planned to write the sequel
I'm the weevil to your rex
The way i must be buggin
Pull the needle out your dress
Cuz u done lost your buttons
Getting deeper into sex
Now you done lost your husband
Ain't even gotta text
Already lost your number
AHHHH
He was singing his song
He was stringing along
He was strumming your pain
He was pulling the strings
He was fucking with me
He lucky I'm a comfortable man
He was singing your life
He was stealing my life
I have a feeling I might be
Killing him softly with this one
He was stringing along
He was strumming your pain
He was pulling the strings
He was fucking with me
He lucky I'm a comfortable man
He was singing your life
He was stealing my life
I have a feeling I might be
Killing him softly with this one
I heard you got a text
Damn baby write back so i can see what he write next
I see he trying to flex
Ask him where he trying to meet next
I cut a couple checks
Have the niggas pull up faster than his sex
Look, I'm a woke nigga, I ain't even mad at shorty for it
But I'll be damned if I ignore it
Look, I never wanna take your life if i was asking for it
But niggas still texting so I guess he asking for it
Im gonna find out where he stay
Baby
Pass the AK, and I pull up to his place
Baby
Baby
He was singing his song
He was stringing along
He was strumming your pain
He was pulling the strings
He was fucking with me
He lucky I'm a comfortable man
He was singing your life
He was stealing my life
I have a feeling I might be
Killing him softly with this one
And then boys move on from these scenarios
Victimized and unable to process this hurt, this grief
Unable to cry and look inward
Towards themselves to address the situation
Causing more insecurities
Which ultimately bubble up into these new situations
New relationships
They finally find themselves becoming the demons
That haunt their very selves
Girl I know you tired
Here lets have this drink i know you wired
Up drinking coffee when you should really be waking up to it
You feel me?
(Do you hear me?)
Yeah girl i hear you
Here take this lobe
Be Interscope, give me a earful
Uh huh, uh huh
Damn i must be evil
Cuz all the issues you just told me
I already planned to write the sequel
I'm the weevil to your rex
The way i must be buggin
Pull the needle out your dress
Cuz u done lost your buttons
Getting deeper into sex
Now you done lost your husband
Ain't even gotta text
Already lost your number
AHHHH
He was singing his song
He was stringing along
He was strumming your pain
He was pulling the strings
He was fucking with me
He lucky I'm a comfortable man
He was singing your life
He was stealing my life
I have a feeling I might be
Killing him softly with this one
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Writer(s): Raymond Talovera
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