Fair by life
True story
Estelle wussup?
So you wanna leave?
Sound like you’ve been through a couple problems
Roses are red, the Rolls Royce is white
I bought you flawless diamonds, never know more as tonight
Have you up the wall climbing
Leave all moist tonight
But it’s fuck my days if I can’t go to sleep with your voice at night
She was tired of playin, she was tired of staying
But being said with the same shit that she was tired of saying
My relationship is just like a movie and she rewindin
We would argue, she was screamin out
Hoes fucked up, how she was blinded
Love verse the hustle, my first love was hustle
I’m a hustler, ex dope boy, I’m still passin checks
No past regrets, I salute the roof and I pass the jets
Tell the truth I can lose my mind if you don’t stay
That’s the last regret
He’s got me on lay away
Chillin in the back
Used to me and standing tall
I got it just like that
I don’t know how to deal with him
He’s fuckin with my mind
He’s messin with my energy
Boy you out of line
I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna play anymore
This is not a game, I don’t wanna stay anymore
I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna play anymore
This is not a game, I don’t wanna stay
‘Cause we keep getting closer at night
All up in the blaze
And this heat is what I’m used to so I’m caught in the way
He’s gotta be thinkin what am I (what are you?)
Questioning myself (don’t question yourself)
Maybe I ain’t good enough (you’re the best for me)
But maybe I am (you are)
Or maybe I’m for real boy
He’s fuckin with my mind (now I’m fuckin wit yo mind)
He’s fuckin with my energy
Boy you out of line
I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna play anymore
This is not a game, I don’t wanna stay anymore
I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna play anymore
This is not a game, I don’t wanna stay
‘Cause we keep getting closer at night
All up in the blaze
And this heat is what I’m used to so I’m caught in the way
My bad for the inconvenience
Pull up right by with an intervene
So called girls that I was seeing
All alone is on the industry shit
For the passions that been past tense I’ve been actin up
Them memories is why you packin up
I’m tryn to see if we can patch it up
‘cus it’s so many hoes that I love to feel
If you go know your love is here
Miss that ass, you know what love is still
Your sex drive, you know I love to stare
Last day when she fell back she felt true even, tryna get even
Got close, tried to fall back
You done thought the bitch has switched seasons
Damn, cold bitch, freezing
Chilling, I’m gonna call you bitch but you know
Estelle
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