Justin
Met this pretty woman, in the summer, from Qatar
Late night at Gjelina, she was eatin' at the bar
Said she was the teacher, seven months left on her visa
But she used to be a singer, she was meant to be a star
Asked me how I feel about the music I done dropped
Some of it was cool, some of it was hot
Deeper conversations under surface level thoughts
Asked if she can get a ride to her spot, I said, "I gotcha"
Pull up on La Brea, where them niggas shootin' choppers
Can barely hear the ambulances over helicopters
She invited me up for a drink, I don't indulge
But the moments with her make me feel, so what's the rush?
Started talkin' 'bout the future and the ever-present past
Awkward silences and laughs got me feelin' like we're on the path to somethin'
Right before this woman stole my heart
I see a shadow by the door and hear a knock
Eyes bloodshot, like she had seen a ghost or somethin'
I don't know what's what, reach in my pocket, get to clutchin'
She like, "Hold up, I'm comin'", if it get tricky, then I'm bussin'
She said, "Baby, meet my little cousin', Justin"
Damn
Nice to meet you
Nice to meet you, too
Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God
Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God
Late night at Gjelina, she was eatin' at the bar
Said she was the teacher, seven months left on her visa
But she used to be a singer, she was meant to be a star
Asked me how I feel about the music I done dropped
Some of it was cool, some of it was hot
Deeper conversations under surface level thoughts
Asked if she can get a ride to her spot, I said, "I gotcha"
Pull up on La Brea, where them niggas shootin' choppers
Can barely hear the ambulances over helicopters
She invited me up for a drink, I don't indulge
But the moments with her make me feel, so what's the rush?
Started talkin' 'bout the future and the ever-present past
Awkward silences and laughs got me feelin' like we're on the path to somethin'
Right before this woman stole my heart
I see a shadow by the door and hear a knock
Eyes bloodshot, like she had seen a ghost or somethin'
I don't know what's what, reach in my pocket, get to clutchin'
She like, "Hold up, I'm comin'", if it get tricky, then I'm bussin'
She said, "Baby, meet my little cousin', Justin"
Damn
Nice to meet you
Nice to meet you, too
Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God
Women lie a lot, put that on the dead homies
Women lie a lot, on God
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Leken Taylor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.