It's All Over
I already know, how it's gonna go
I've seen the full deal now it's just decided for me
Making up for lost thrills, I'll be there hold on a moment
Scoring a sour cream with the mob, now we rollin'
You know how it goes girl, yeah we still strugglin'
We try to shake hands but it's hard we know it
Some people too damn proud to be the one to show it
Baby, can't keep from buggin', can't let it, get it girl
Just keep goin', keep that hair down, waitin' till you tooth
Bumpin' three and out, feelin' down at three o'clock in the morning
Makin' that new shit, it's all over
I already know, how it's gonna go
I've seen a new deal now it's been evaluated
Breaking all the rules, ditchin' class, never graduated
Can't make enough, if it does, skippin' what, bitches blood
And all catches up when we still strugglin'
You never shook my hand before but now you fuckin' faded
I try to shrug it off, latches on and I can't take it
Baby, can't keep from buggin', can't let it, get it girl
Just keep them fists up, we gon' twist up, never wrist cuffed
Chillin' in the back room straight postin'
Makin' that new shit, it's all over
I've seen the full deal now it's just decided for me
Making up for lost thrills, I'll be there hold on a moment
Scoring a sour cream with the mob, now we rollin'
You know how it goes girl, yeah we still strugglin'
We try to shake hands but it's hard we know it
Some people too damn proud to be the one to show it
Baby, can't keep from buggin', can't let it, get it girl
Just keep goin', keep that hair down, waitin' till you tooth
Bumpin' three and out, feelin' down at three o'clock in the morning
Makin' that new shit, it's all over
I already know, how it's gonna go
I've seen a new deal now it's been evaluated
Breaking all the rules, ditchin' class, never graduated
Can't make enough, if it does, skippin' what, bitches blood
And all catches up when we still strugglin'
You never shook my hand before but now you fuckin' faded
I try to shrug it off, latches on and I can't take it
Baby, can't keep from buggin', can't let it, get it girl
Just keep them fists up, we gon' twist up, never wrist cuffed
Chillin' in the back room straight postin'
Makin' that new shit, it's all over
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Writer(s): Kurt Travis
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