Can't Stay Away
No I can't stay away from you (no)
Though I know you're no good
And I'd leave if I could
I can't stay away but that's just what I tell her
She a pretty girl, she wanted me, it might be for the better
Got my heart broke again but I'm still worried 'bout the cheddar
I get caught up wit' my feelings, had to tell her, "It's whatever"
Damn, I know she get caught up wit' her niggas
Damn, I be in the back, I'm loaded up, I pull that trigger
Try to keep it private, I can't say if it's a issue
Know she like to cry, I had to give that girl a tissue (no I can't stay away)
Damn, told her, "I can't stay from you"
I got Glocks and you know that they bustin'
I can't stay from you
Baby girl, I got Glocks and you know that they tuck it
And I'm goin' crazy for you
Baby girl, give you the dick and you really get suckin'
Tell 'em like that, call that fair judgement
Stick on me, just know that I'm clutchin'
Best believe I'm somewhere shootin' niggas out in traffic
Fuck that girl then pass her to the gang, it's a habit
He said he was better than me, man, he got me laughin'
He probably was better three years ago but damn, that was back then
No, but like honestly girl
I know I be like, fuckin' up and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I be like, chasin' hoes and chasin' money and shit
But I really can't stay from you
You know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know about you
But you just different for real
You know what I'm sayin'?
Down south for my dawgs, yeah, they really goin' dumb
Goin', "Bang" when I blast, know we had to keep a drum
Keep it mandatory up in here, we gotta leave him slumped
Keep on givin' brain baby girl, I'll give ya rent for the month
We like to slay, we keep them choppas in the trunk
She was kinda picky, she don't fuck around wit' bums
Last time I was on Disney Channel, I was watchin' Bunk'd
Don't give a fuck about the back, I'd rather see the front
Damn, huh, keep that boy on the chart
Now he gon' go out sad
Turn him to a bitch
Send him cryin' to his mom and dad
She show the paycheck
And she told me that was all she had
Tryna be modest
And I swear to God I'm not tryna brag
She told me she can't stay from me
Got some Curry 2s and they look good on my feet
Got some other shoes and I might trade those for some cleats
But who knows, we'll probably find out by the end of the week
But she can't stay away from me
No I can't stay away from you (no)
Though I know you're no good
And I'd leave if I could
Though I know you're no good
And I'd leave if I could
I can't stay away but that's just what I tell her
She a pretty girl, she wanted me, it might be for the better
Got my heart broke again but I'm still worried 'bout the cheddar
I get caught up wit' my feelings, had to tell her, "It's whatever"
Damn, I know she get caught up wit' her niggas
Damn, I be in the back, I'm loaded up, I pull that trigger
Try to keep it private, I can't say if it's a issue
Know she like to cry, I had to give that girl a tissue (no I can't stay away)
Damn, told her, "I can't stay from you"
I got Glocks and you know that they bustin'
I can't stay from you
Baby girl, I got Glocks and you know that they tuck it
And I'm goin' crazy for you
Baby girl, give you the dick and you really get suckin'
Tell 'em like that, call that fair judgement
Stick on me, just know that I'm clutchin'
Best believe I'm somewhere shootin' niggas out in traffic
Fuck that girl then pass her to the gang, it's a habit
He said he was better than me, man, he got me laughin'
He probably was better three years ago but damn, that was back then
No, but like honestly girl
I know I be like, fuckin' up and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
I be like, chasin' hoes and chasin' money and shit
But I really can't stay from you
You know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know about you
But you just different for real
You know what I'm sayin'?
Down south for my dawgs, yeah, they really goin' dumb
Goin', "Bang" when I blast, know we had to keep a drum
Keep it mandatory up in here, we gotta leave him slumped
Keep on givin' brain baby girl, I'll give ya rent for the month
We like to slay, we keep them choppas in the trunk
She was kinda picky, she don't fuck around wit' bums
Last time I was on Disney Channel, I was watchin' Bunk'd
Don't give a fuck about the back, I'd rather see the front
Damn, huh, keep that boy on the chart
Now he gon' go out sad
Turn him to a bitch
Send him cryin' to his mom and dad
She show the paycheck
And she told me that was all she had
Tryna be modest
And I swear to God I'm not tryna brag
She told me she can't stay from me
Got some Curry 2s and they look good on my feet
Got some other shoes and I might trade those for some cleats
But who knows, we'll probably find out by the end of the week
But she can't stay away from me
No I can't stay away from you (no)
Though I know you're no good
And I'd leave if I could
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Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield
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