Night life in these streets made me forget the
Most important part my heart, I need my baby
After all those bottles pop leaving with two or three
Just don't do it for me no more (no)
I know this ain't what you asked for
But you home hugging on your pillow
But baby I swear (I swear), I swear (I swear)
It'll never happen again
I'm willing to do whatever
Cause I know what I need to be
Baby I swear, I swear
You can kill the lights cause I made up my mind
Cause it's RIP to the VIP
It's dead and gone
I'd rather be with my baby [?]
It's RIP to the VIP
Don't wanna lose my girl
Cause she means too much to me
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Don't wanna throw our love in the air
Like money everywhere, it's gone
And I'd be the first to tell you baby I was so wrong
For leaving you in neglect
Girl I should of showed you some respect
I hope you feel this apology (oh oh)
I know this ain't what you asked for
But you home hugging on your pillow
But baby I swear (I swear), I swear (I swear)
It'll never happen again
I'm willing to do whatever
Cause I know what I need to be
Baby I swear, I swear
You can kill the lights cause I made up my mind
Cause it's RIP to the VIP
It's dead and gone
I'd rather be with my baby [?]
It's RIP to the VIP
Don't wanna lose my girl
Cause she means too much to me
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
One last sip for the bar and the patron
Yeah it feels good but it don't get me going
Like my baby, like my baby
And although you look good girl you got it going on (on)
But nothing can compare to the thing I got at home
With my baby, with my baby (oh oh)
Cause it's RIP to the VIP
It's dead and gone
I'd rather be with my baby [?]
It's RIP to the VIP
Don't wanna lose my girl
Cause she means too much to me
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
One last sip for the bar and the patron
Yeah it feels good but it don't get me going
Like my baby, like my baby
And although you look good girl you got it going on
But nothing can compare to the thing I got at home
With my baby, with my baby
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