paroles de chanson you might be right - Koi

(Dylvinci got the code)

You getting real tired of my shit
I never spend enough time with you, shit
You might be right, but there's money to get
I'm on the road, baby, give me a minute
Baby, one day I could give you a split
Or at the very least, maybe one day I won't hit it and dip
Maybe one day we can chill at the crib, chill at the crib
Right from the rip, yeah
I kept it a hundred and ten, why would I slip right now?
I'm already this far in, why would I quit right now, right now?
I'd rather talk these things out
I'd rather talk these things out
I'd rather talk these things out

Oh, nah, nah, what do you think, what do you think?
What do you think of me, baby?
That I'll throw it away, I'll throw it away, is that what you think?
Is that what you think?
Is that what you think?
I don't want nothin' to change
Is there anything I can do?
Is it too late, too late?

I prolly exhausted all of my options by now
I hate to acknowledge when it's too late
I know I'm stupid tryna solve this still
And I know that ain't fair to you
I said some shit out of anger, that's so outta character
That don't even sound like somethin' I'd say
Same routine, I'm stuck in my ways
Ever since you left, I've been going insane
I see the love gone by the look in yo' face
Tryna hit yo' phone, I'm already replaced
Been so long, I ain't know what to say
By the time I realized, it was way too late
I didn't expect it, shouldn't've made you wait, shouldn't've made you wait

You getting real tired of my shit
I never spend enough time with you, shit
You might be right, but there's money to get
I'm on the road, baby, give me a minute
Baby, one day I could give you a split
Or at the very least, maybe one day I won't hit it and dip
Maybe one day we can chill at the crib, chill at the crib
Right from the rip, yeah
I kept it a hundred and ten, why would I slip right now?
I'm already this far in, why would I quit right now, right now?
I'd rather talk these things out
I'd rather talk these things out
I'd rather talk these things out

Oh, nah, nah, what do you think, what do you think?
What do you think of me, baby?
That I'll throw it away, I'll throw it away, is that what you think?
Is that what you think?
Is that what you think?
I don't want nothin' to change
Is there anything I can do?
Is it too late, too late?