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Mmm, you know
I done had so many women
But in the end, it never turned out right for me
I live for the moment, sorry if I led you on
Different girls every night, I'm not ready for a hoe
Caught up in this life, let me right my wrongs
Please wipe your tears, text me when you home
I live for the moment, sorry if I led you on
Different girls every night, I'm not ready for a hoe
Caught up in this life, let me right my wrongs
Please wipe your tears, text me when you home
I met her up online, I put her on the airline
Boston to DC, she on my type of time
Stopped in Potomac Mills, cleaned up my shines
Her flight arrived early, I'm running behind time
Trying to set the right groove, set the perfect mood
It's a rainy forecast, I can't wear no suede shoes
Bombay with light ice and some pineapple juice
My words like a dagger, I'm just trying to get her loose
Her dad into classic cars, she ain't never rode in one
Different type of engines, let that carburetor run
Bruce Wayne stash, I gotta show her how to roll one
We get lifted, then we set sail for the sun
No bullshit, she got me in my feelings
Got me buying trips, we on the way to New Zealand
Korean Airways, business class chilling
I'm ahead of myself, this girl got me tripping
I live for the moment, sorry if I led you on
Different girls every night, I'm not ready for a hoe
Caught up in this life, let me right my wrongs
Please wipe your tears, text me when you home
I live for the moment, sorry if I led you on
Different girls every night, I'm not ready for a hoe
Caught up in this life, let me right my wrongs
Please wipe your tears, text me when you home
I'm trying to figure you out, last week was hard on me
She don't understand why I got fifteen large on me
Niggas paying they debts, this the bread that they owe me
She don't like change, I think she miss the old me
She never ask for much, she just wanna hold me
Come home late night, all she want is date night
I got too many women, you know niggas don't live right
Diamond rings and spa massages, I was trying to get it right
But my second life got me lying to myself
Drunken thoughts, I still gotta remind myself
I'm not ready for it, my soul I'm still exploring
The more I try to cover it up, your heart just get torn
I'm trying to blow up and make money off of touring
Rap money on the road, smash a few hoes
Go see my jeweler, go cop some yellow gold
Better yet, I need a bitch like Amber Rose
I live for the moment, sorry if I led you on
Different girls every night, I'm not ready for a hoe
Caught up in this life, let me right my wrongs
Please wipe your tears, text me when you home
I live for the moment, sorry if I led you on
Different girls every night, I'm not ready for a hoe
Caught up in this life, let me right my wrongs
Please wipe your tears, text me when you home
I'm just trying to express myself right now
'Cause, as my dad said
"Boy, you get a lot of women but you can't keep 'em"
I'm like, "Fuck that shit, I'm playing for life"
I'ma get it right in my next life
It ain't nothing, it be like that sometimes
Trying to get rich
You know, she understand me
She understand my lifestyle, so fuck it
And I'm just so fly, so high, yeah



Авторы: Anne Charlotte Clark, Charlie Morgan


J.R. Clark - Antique Summer
Альбом Antique Summer
дата релиза
05-04-2019



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