911 (Ghetto Love Remix)

I really wanted to believe when you said never again but today you put me down with palabras in the end,

& I held back my tears so you wouldn't see me crying couldn't understand I was only really trying, to keep my heart together see the strings have really weakened wanted to walk away but mi corazon kept beating

I looked into your eyes & I couldn't see a thing I wish you never told me all the bad things that you did, I keep playing them back while I'm hiding in this room

thought about running away but nothing that wouldn't prove you told me that if I wanted to leave it wouldn't matter you were better off alone & mi corazon you shattered.

I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah

But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice

If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about

Man, I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold

My tears I couldn't hold the minute you walked away put a second to the rest & decided not to say all I could do is to pray

but the pain just kept on growing & with every single second mi alma you kept destroying,

looked into the mirror have to say that I was pretty more than wicked baby in good love like I deserve it I had to dry my eyes but inside me I was bleeding

took me back a couple years almost stopped breathing

how could I let my soul be so affected by your actions when many you were loving me down pure satisfaction

then thanks I'm waking up to a dear john letter telling me that you'd be gone without me that you feel better

I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about (asi es el amor)
Man, I'm in trouble (I'm in real big trouble) I'm in real big trouble I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold

Kept on believing that maybe you change your mind

& every car that would pass by was simply another lie

thinking that you'd come back home with your family your kids atleast if you have No love for me what about them,

but I failed to recognize that lesson ain't ever learned in the life of a gangsters wife

the things I could deserve & the things that I've been through shoulda showed you way back then

the times that I forgave you always with you till the end, now I'm sitting here alone debating on what to do

got a message from your phone saying that you love me too now you got me all confused

cuz you know how much I care & you know just what to say when I'm almost out of air cabron

I told the cops you wasn't here tonight Messin' around is gonna get you life
Oh yeah, yeah
But everytime I look into your eyes
Then it's worth the sacrifice
If this is the kind of love that my mom used to warn me about
Man, I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble
If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about (asi es el amor)
Man, I'm in trouble (I'm in real big trouble) I'm in real big trouble I need y'all to do me a favor
Someone please call 911, yeah yeah (pick up the phone yo)
Tell them I just got shot down
And it's piercin through my soul (I'm losin blood yo)
Feel my body gettin cold



Credits
Writer(s): Mary Brown, Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Katia Cadet, Edie Arlisa Brickell, Alan Brandon Aly, John Walter Bush, Kenneth Neil Withrow, John Bradley Houser
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