thanksgiving summer
Used to kick it everyday, but that was in the summer
But when you went out to school, then we ain't knew each other
You still always cross my mind, I used to always wonder
Why you never hit me back but you still keep my number
When you get back to my city, please don't hit me like
"Qel, I hope you're doing good. We ain't talked in a while"
Cause' the last text that I sent was blue, I wonder why
I done seen you viewed my story, heard about your type
So if you thinking bout' me now
Then you probably changed your mind
Baby I don't need your love
All I need is Jesus Christ
We were texting in Thanksgiving and it's almost late July
You act like you ain't got the time I done heard about your type
I'm just thinking bout' the truth of where we stand before you knew I had money
Don't pretend, don't hit me like what it do now
You don't need no love please don't play me like a fool
Baby you gotta' be cool, I heard bout plenty types like you
I just, I just made some room because my whole crew we like to dance
All this wisdom on me, I got more money than the mayor
Read (red) you like a book, cash white and blue, like Uncle Sam
All you want is money, pray to God he hold your hand
Nah nah
My piggy bank it ain't got no room
Four door whips
In my photoshoots
Sorry baby, you can't come through
She said I want a man like you no
But the last time that we spoke was last Thanksgiving
Now you hit me like "Qel I miss you"
Baby you broken, I can't fix you
If you thinking bout' me now
Then you probably changed your mind
Baby I don't need your love
All I need is Jesus Christ
We were texting in Thanksgiving and it's almost late July
You act like you ain't got the time I done heard about your type
I'm just thinking bout' the long nights Mama cried you were never there
I know God was not you, tell me why you scared
You was laughed out, passed out, you ain't shed a tear
You a loser, you the Devil and it's clear
They hear the Lord and they back out
I got Jesus Christ in my background
They can't put their trust in God, but they put it all in a stash house
Tell me baby, how that sound
I got credit cards I can't max out
And I'm printing money like cash counts
And at anytime I could cash out
You don't believe in nun' believe in something besides yourself
You can't do this all alone, you gon' end up crying for help
You just need a little more faith and you don't need nothing else
We was vibing everyday, but now you wish me well
Used to kick it everyday, but that was in the summer
But when you went out to school, then we ain't knew each other
You still always cross my mind, I used to always wonder
Why you never hit me back but you still keep my number
When you get back to my city, please don't hit me like
"Qel, I hope you're doing good. We ain't talked in a while"
Cause' the last text that I sent was blue, I wonder why
I done seen you viewed my story, heard about your type
So if you thinking bout' me now
Then you probably changed your mind
Baby I don't need your love
All I need is Jesus Christ
We were texting in Thanksgiving and it's almost late July
You act like you ain't got the time I done heard about your type
Nah nah
My piggy bank it ain't got no room
Four door whips
In my photoshoots
Sorry baby, you can't come through
She said I want a man like you no
But the last time that we spoke was last Thanksgiving
Now you hit me like "Qel I miss you"
Baby you broken, I can't fix you
But when you went out to school, then we ain't knew each other
You still always cross my mind, I used to always wonder
Why you never hit me back but you still keep my number
When you get back to my city, please don't hit me like
"Qel, I hope you're doing good. We ain't talked in a while"
Cause' the last text that I sent was blue, I wonder why
I done seen you viewed my story, heard about your type
So if you thinking bout' me now
Then you probably changed your mind
Baby I don't need your love
All I need is Jesus Christ
We were texting in Thanksgiving and it's almost late July
You act like you ain't got the time I done heard about your type
I'm just thinking bout' the truth of where we stand before you knew I had money
Don't pretend, don't hit me like what it do now
You don't need no love please don't play me like a fool
Baby you gotta' be cool, I heard bout plenty types like you
I just, I just made some room because my whole crew we like to dance
All this wisdom on me, I got more money than the mayor
Read (red) you like a book, cash white and blue, like Uncle Sam
All you want is money, pray to God he hold your hand
Nah nah
My piggy bank it ain't got no room
Four door whips
In my photoshoots
Sorry baby, you can't come through
She said I want a man like you no
But the last time that we spoke was last Thanksgiving
Now you hit me like "Qel I miss you"
Baby you broken, I can't fix you
If you thinking bout' me now
Then you probably changed your mind
Baby I don't need your love
All I need is Jesus Christ
We were texting in Thanksgiving and it's almost late July
You act like you ain't got the time I done heard about your type
I'm just thinking bout' the long nights Mama cried you were never there
I know God was not you, tell me why you scared
You was laughed out, passed out, you ain't shed a tear
You a loser, you the Devil and it's clear
They hear the Lord and they back out
I got Jesus Christ in my background
They can't put their trust in God, but they put it all in a stash house
Tell me baby, how that sound
I got credit cards I can't max out
And I'm printing money like cash counts
And at anytime I could cash out
You don't believe in nun' believe in something besides yourself
You can't do this all alone, you gon' end up crying for help
You just need a little more faith and you don't need nothing else
We was vibing everyday, but now you wish me well
Used to kick it everyday, but that was in the summer
But when you went out to school, then we ain't knew each other
You still always cross my mind, I used to always wonder
Why you never hit me back but you still keep my number
When you get back to my city, please don't hit me like
"Qel, I hope you're doing good. We ain't talked in a while"
Cause' the last text that I sent was blue, I wonder why
I done seen you viewed my story, heard about your type
So if you thinking bout' me now
Then you probably changed your mind
Baby I don't need your love
All I need is Jesus Christ
We were texting in Thanksgiving and it's almost late July
You act like you ain't got the time I done heard about your type
Nah nah
My piggy bank it ain't got no room
Four door whips
In my photoshoots
Sorry baby, you can't come through
She said I want a man like you no
But the last time that we spoke was last Thanksgiving
Now you hit me like "Qel I miss you"
Baby you broken, I can't fix you
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