Текст песни Arms of a Stranger - Deezy K

Aye fuckit aye lets talk bout my bitch
But that aint my bitch that's my ex
You the main cause of the stress
I flooded yo wrist and yo neck
I should of just ran up a check now I'm fucked up
Wishing you would come home to me
I swear I feel did everything right
Somehow you wronging me
I had to give that bitch back to the streets she don't belong to me
Back to the streets clutching my heat you know that chrome with me
Bitch ask all yo friends why I'm up in the mentions
They heard I was thuggin you spoke on my business
You paint a false picture I'm ripping the image
I fuck from the back and I'm gripping extensions

But I say Kayla
Kayla
I'm calling out to you
From the arms of a stranger
I'm calling baby
Calling out to you

I start to notice you just love me when the lights low
You only love me when a nigga got that bank roll
Mirror mirror on the wall who the realist one of them all
Who gone be there when I call

Aye fuckit aye lets talk bout my ex
But that aint my bitch that's my bitch
I fell in love with the past
& She fell in love with the dick
I shoulda called this shit Quits
Now I'm fucked up
Wishing you would come home to me
I swear I feel did everything right
Somehow you wronging me
I had to give that bitch back to the streets she don't belong to me
Bitch ask all yo friends why I'm up in the mentions
They heard I was thuggin you spoke on my business
You paint a false picture I'm ripping the image
I fuck from the back and I'm gripping extensions

But I say Kayla
Kayla
I'm calling out to you
From the arms of a stranger
I'm calling baby
Calling out to you