Long Run
A-huh
Imma smoke sum
A-huh, A-huh, yea
You
When I get on my knees and pray, I pray for you
When I get in these streets and slave I'll slave for you
Everything I do right there that there's for you
Right there's for you
You deserve better
Aye
A-huh, A-huh, A-huh, A-huh
It's times like this I wish I had it like that
Where I call your phone and you'll skip work, cuz I got it like that
Where I'd argue with your mom and you'd get my back cuz I got it like that
When you'd handle your tone when I talk my shit and you'd call right back
Yea Yea I had it like that
But I screwed up now you ain't here for me to lean on
And the truth was I was selfish I didn't see what you saw
Now I'm trying to figure out the missing piece to this jigsaw
Puzzled how you had a nigga lost when you told me you were gone girl
You weren't the only one In the wrong girl that's why I sing this song girl
You caught me messin around with the wrong girl
But I told you the truth so how could you blame me
My conscious is sitting crazy, I been overthink lately
Bout hoes who played me I thought that you would've saved me
We could've had us a baby
But the fact is you could show me a love I could practice
Yea you showed me a woman look at that bitch
You a fine pretty lady yea that's my bitch
So let's stop this I wrote this song cause you got me on your blocked list
I'm not alone but I m tired of this thot bitch
I want you home stop playin like you not missed
Imma smoke sum
A-huh, A-huh, yea
You
When I get on my knees and pray, I pray for you
When I get in these streets and slave I'll slave for you
Everything I do right there that there's for you
Right there's for you
You deserve better
Aye
A-huh, A-huh, A-huh, A-huh
It's times like this I wish I had it like that
Where I call your phone and you'll skip work, cuz I got it like that
Where I'd argue with your mom and you'd get my back cuz I got it like that
When you'd handle your tone when I talk my shit and you'd call right back
Yea Yea I had it like that
But I screwed up now you ain't here for me to lean on
And the truth was I was selfish I didn't see what you saw
Now I'm trying to figure out the missing piece to this jigsaw
Puzzled how you had a nigga lost when you told me you were gone girl
You weren't the only one In the wrong girl that's why I sing this song girl
You caught me messin around with the wrong girl
But I told you the truth so how could you blame me
My conscious is sitting crazy, I been overthink lately
Bout hoes who played me I thought that you would've saved me
We could've had us a baby
But the fact is you could show me a love I could practice
Yea you showed me a woman look at that bitch
You a fine pretty lady yea that's my bitch
So let's stop this I wrote this song cause you got me on your blocked list
I'm not alone but I m tired of this thot bitch
I want you home stop playin like you not missed
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Cardoso
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