Текст песни I.B.'s - MF Grimm

I gotta get outta here
I gotta get the fuck outta here
Doom, I gotta get the fuck out brah

"I stole your girl while you was in prison"

Will I see you again, Facin' life love, sittin in the pen
Jail, no bail, so I don't know when
We'll be together, but until then, I lay in the cell
And I think about you
My freedom the things I want to do
I workout, wait for you to come home
Hold it down sly time on the phone
"Hello", "What's up"
So much you want to say
I listen to you as you talk about your day
I thank the lord that you picked me as your man
But if you can't stick by, I understand
Do your thing, you've got one life to live
Pure love is all that you give
I'm Stressed out today, fucked up in the head
Thinking about what I.B. said

"I stole your girl while you was in prison"

(Chorus)
Incarceration blues, locked up front page on the news
Fucked up because I'm thinkin about you
Staring at your picture, wishin I was with ya
Will I see you again
Are you loyal are you with other men
Life's hard, yea the things we go through
Together hold it down love, and I'll hold you (hold you)

I miss you so much
Back to lockdown I'll call you after lunch
I'd prefer a visit so you I could touch
Kiss you softly, make me feel free
Smell your perfume, hear you love me
Obviously I picked a winner
Mafia love from birth been a sinner
Burn eterna -ly 'time for dinner',
Times up love, call you after dinner

"Back to lockdown"

Dreams of picnics in the park
Lights out now I'm writing in the dark
I'm stressed out tonight fucked up in the head
Thinkin about what this D said

(Chorus)