Man it's been a minute since you pick up the phone and called
I no that ***** hurt your heart and your haters wanna see that you fall
And baby girl I know we ain't ended right
But you know you still got that thing that I like
Cuz your the one who told me I need to get off them streets
Cuz your the one who taught me how to be a gentlemen and make my world complete
Cuz your the one who told me I could make something outta my life
And your the one who I made a promise to make you my wife
And baby that was for-real
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:07 AM UTC
Man it's been a minute since you pick up the phone and called
I no that ***** hurt your heart and your haters wanna see that you fall
And baby girl I know we ain't ended right
But you know you still got that thing that I like
Cuz your the one who told me I need to get off them streets
Cuz your the one who taught me how to be a gentlemen and make my world complete
Cuz your the one who told me I could make something outta my life
And your the one who I made a promise to make you my wife
And baby that was for-real
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