Vagabond (Main Version)
Oh shit Sam I'm about to talk about this man alright listen up
Usually I be writing some positive songs about my brothers but this this man
Ain't right
I should've never thought that you was comin home (alright alright)
You out there for the streets you're leaving me alone (now that ain't right)
I'm tired of all these men just playin round and round
You make it easy not to trust in men no more
One! two! three! four!
You can't make me feel crazy
Not actin like my baby
You fool me once or twice
No gambles with my life
You a vagabond, vagabond (whew)
You just a vagabond yeah
And now I sit here thinking what I'm gonna do (whatcha gone do?)
Cause out of everything you said none of it was true
(that shit ain't right. Aww shit)
Like when you told me you was livin on your very own
So why your mama always pickin up your phone
One! two! three! four!
You can't make me feel crazy
Not actin like my baby
You fool me once or twice
No gambles with my life
You a vagabond, vagabond
You just a vagabond yeah
Ah ooh
Ha
Ah ooh
Yeah
Ah ooh
You out here foolin round
Messin lying runnin your mouth (ah ooh)
Don't look him in the eyes
Before you know he live in your house (ah ooh)
I'm a baddy but he want all the baddies (ah ooh)
He got a habit want all that black girl magic (scream)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
You a vagabond, vagabond
You just a vagabond yeah
Na na na na na
Usually I be writing some positive songs about my brothers but this this man
Ain't right
I should've never thought that you was comin home (alright alright)
You out there for the streets you're leaving me alone (now that ain't right)
I'm tired of all these men just playin round and round
You make it easy not to trust in men no more
One! two! three! four!
You can't make me feel crazy
Not actin like my baby
You fool me once or twice
No gambles with my life
You a vagabond, vagabond (whew)
You just a vagabond yeah
And now I sit here thinking what I'm gonna do (whatcha gone do?)
Cause out of everything you said none of it was true
(that shit ain't right. Aww shit)
Like when you told me you was livin on your very own
So why your mama always pickin up your phone
One! two! three! four!
You can't make me feel crazy
Not actin like my baby
You fool me once or twice
No gambles with my life
You a vagabond, vagabond
You just a vagabond yeah
Ah ooh
Ha
Ah ooh
Yeah
Ah ooh
You out here foolin round
Messin lying runnin your mouth (ah ooh)
Don't look him in the eyes
Before you know he live in your house (ah ooh)
I'm a baddy but he want all the baddies (ah ooh)
He got a habit want all that black girl magic (scream)
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na
You a vagabond, vagabond
You just a vagabond yeah
Na na na na na
Credits
Writer(s): Lisa Ramey
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