Ain't That Type of Party

It ain't that type of party

Got high as shit at your house
I fell asleep on your couch
The smell of rain woke me up
The sprite and scotch fucked me up
I will get my mind right and go
I was bout to leave
You say no
Will keep in touch we'll stay close
Now there's a knock at your door

Here comes your baby
Here comes your lover
Here comes your homie
Never another
Here comes your baby
The love of your life
The one who wants you and treats you right
Here comes your baby
Here comes your lover
And you will never love another

Got high as shit at my house
I Swear I did not think about
The smell of gin in my dreams
My life is not what it seems
I'm gonna get my mind right in gold
When you get back let me know
We'll keep in touch, we'll stay close
Now there's a knock at my door

Here comes my baby
Here comes my lover
Here comes my homie
Never another
Here comes my baby
The love of my life
The one who wants me and treats me right
Here comes my baby
Here comes my lover
And I will never love another

It ain't that type of party



Credits
Writer(s): Cazre Thomas, Tiaira Harris
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