Bad Intentions
2AM in LA, scrolling through my iPhone
Thinking who I should call, drunk in my hotel room
Messages get sent out, a few bitches they text back
Like where the fuck you been at, and we don't even speak much
Only when I'm in town, busy but I'm back now
We texting like we best friends, messages get misspelled
She tells me that she's drunk too, I tell her that I miss her
And all this shit I'm going through, you might as well just come through
She replied with a smiley face like OK
Whatcha wanna do? It's been too long time I can't wait
That's when I notice I heard a knock on my door
She walk in looking bad as fuck with that dress on
Good intentions, bad decisions
I'm selling dreams to all these women
In the morning I don't ruh-regret it
She ready, she let me, don't let me, but let me
But she said she bout it
Always found myself with shit, can't find my way up out
Time and time again I tell myself I'm good without it
I think I got a problem I'm about to call the doc
Gorgeous face with that skintone
Her body crazy she got it
I think I got a problem
I know I got a problem
And I don't wanna solve it
What I tell this girl?
She's standing in my room
like, I promised her the world when it come to girls
I done broke a couple hearts and this is how it starts
But fuck it though I'm drunk, damn I love your body
Everything about it, that shit there retarded
We start to get it in, I'm pullin on her hair
I'm throwing up the leg she tell me oo right there
I notice when we finished she started acting different
And I don't understand she like this how you treat ya girl?
I'm like bitch I'm not yo man and that's not what you said
I go and pick my phone up just sitting on the bed
Like here it go again, I done did this shit again
Family I said she the one I wanna be with
No more games I'm a changed man I wanna move here
She started crying like damn I don't believe this
Too much to drink add another one to my list
Good intentions, bad decisions
I'm selling dreams to all these women
In the morning I don't ruh-regret it
She ready, she let me, don't let me
But she said she bout it
Always found myself with shit, can't find my way up out
Time and time again I tell myself go on, I doubt it
I think I got a problem I'm about to call the doc
Gorgeous face with that skintone
Her body crazy she got it
I think I got a problem
I know I got a problem
And I don't wanna solve it
Thinking who I should call, drunk in my hotel room
Messages get sent out, a few bitches they text back
Like where the fuck you been at, and we don't even speak much
Only when I'm in town, busy but I'm back now
We texting like we best friends, messages get misspelled
She tells me that she's drunk too, I tell her that I miss her
And all this shit I'm going through, you might as well just come through
She replied with a smiley face like OK
Whatcha wanna do? It's been too long time I can't wait
That's when I notice I heard a knock on my door
She walk in looking bad as fuck with that dress on
Good intentions, bad decisions
I'm selling dreams to all these women
In the morning I don't ruh-regret it
She ready, she let me, don't let me, but let me
But she said she bout it
Always found myself with shit, can't find my way up out
Time and time again I tell myself I'm good without it
I think I got a problem I'm about to call the doc
Gorgeous face with that skintone
Her body crazy she got it
I think I got a problem
I know I got a problem
And I don't wanna solve it
What I tell this girl?
She's standing in my room
like, I promised her the world when it come to girls
I done broke a couple hearts and this is how it starts
But fuck it though I'm drunk, damn I love your body
Everything about it, that shit there retarded
We start to get it in, I'm pullin on her hair
I'm throwing up the leg she tell me oo right there
I notice when we finished she started acting different
And I don't understand she like this how you treat ya girl?
I'm like bitch I'm not yo man and that's not what you said
I go and pick my phone up just sitting on the bed
Like here it go again, I done did this shit again
Family I said she the one I wanna be with
No more games I'm a changed man I wanna move here
She started crying like damn I don't believe this
Too much to drink add another one to my list
Good intentions, bad decisions
I'm selling dreams to all these women
In the morning I don't ruh-regret it
She ready, she let me, don't let me
But she said she bout it
Always found myself with shit, can't find my way up out
Time and time again I tell myself go on, I doubt it
I think I got a problem I'm about to call the doc
Gorgeous face with that skintone
Her body crazy she got it
I think I got a problem
I know I got a problem
And I don't wanna solve it
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Writer(s): Michael Hicks, Jevon Daniel
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