paroles de chanson Imperfect Timing - LRN Nola

It was the wrong time
I said
I said to my brother CJ, I said shit
We ain't never been two for two
I'm in the booth right now, I'm recording
I'm still hurting, you out clubbing
It is what it is
I'm true for true too, ye

It was the wrong time
I never lied twice
I shouldn't of relied
I feel like roll tide
I ain't talking 'bout bama that's what I do when I be so high
Kicked over my Fanta
That shit ain't help my fucking soul ties
I kept on giving love
Shit got me wanting to run
I feel I'm willing to pay the cost
But love shouldn't cost me nothing
Love shouldn't cost me nothing

Seeing if you made it home
I started breaking into houses I come from broken home
I swear I tried to warn ya
I know I ain't on your wishlist
Cause this ain't what you want
Said I ain't even trying to scorn you
But another bitch gonna give what you don't
And I just came into the studio, can't write my wrongs
We was eating spam, hurricane Katrina
Still won't blow up hoes phones
He was playing both sides and he died in a durag
I had told him don't
Street Nigga, as much as I look out the blinds
I ain't see this coming
Type bitch I spin about in traffic wish we never rushed
And all these niggas hate for free why do I pay for love
Up in your heart no room for me, think it's too late for us
I hope my niggas never do but I pray time will tell
Type bitch I spin about in traffic wish we never rushed
And all these niggas hate for free why do I pay for love
Up in your heart no room for me, think it's too late for us
I hope my niggas never do but I pray time will tell

They got into it while she drunk, she sleeping in her whip
Shots in the living room, he never made it to the red carpet
It was the wrong time, but here's a subject switch
Now back to the shit 'bout uh... wassaname and her bitch
Cause you rather be tussling causing ruckus among us
Instead of fucking
Don't get to cussing I'm just trying have discussions
Bout repercussions
And you know I don't play with niggas
Them triggers and glizzy's come with percussions
Ain't trippin' on a bitch ass nigga I'm riding round with switches
Just for my cousin (Glah)

Seeing if you made it home
I started breaking into houses I come from broken home
I swear I tried to warn ya
I know I ain't on your wishlist
Cause this ain't what you want
Said I ain't even trying to scorn you
But another bitch gonna give what you don't
And I just came into the studio, can't write my wrongs
We was eating spam, hurricane Katrina
Still won't blow up hoes phones
He was playing both sides and he died in a durag
I had told him don't
Street Nigga, as much as I look out the blinds
I ain't see this coming

And I ain't talking 'bout the fucking, look how we becoming
I still got cases open, but the record you got for me expunge it
I don't give a fuck if It's going to hell girl, I still want it
Looked me in my face and told me she hate me Nigga, I still love her
I took her blanket, Michael Jackson, we may not recover
I know she just someone lost daughter, just ain't our season
Gimme a reason, all the mistreating
If you die tomorrow they better call me if you stop breathing

It was the wrong time (it was the wrong time)
It was the wrong time
It was the, it was the wrong time
It was the wrong time, you shoulda hold tight
Oh oh (it was the wrong time)
It was the wrong time, It was the wrong time
It was the wrong time, it was the wrong time
For you and I, it was the wrong time
I said just hold tight